"Try that if you want to end up with a missing lip and crashed balls," I state, devilishly staring at his eyes, challenging him, and cutting his tour short. He jerks back, a smirk on his lips.
He is not angered by what I said. He actually seems strangely thrilled, and I don’t know how to react to that. I don’t also know whether I am safe after what I just said.
"Going naughty on me again, huh?" He smirks broadly, his eyes sparkling with a look that I can not quite decipher.
"Call it whatever you want, but I mean every damn word."
He backs off completely, and I pull my back from the wall. Hu! That was so close. "There are better ways to handle problems, and drinking yourself to death is definitely not a remedy or a solution,” I continue in the hopes that he will pay attention and stop s
