"Is there a reason you decided to spill your drink all over me," he asks calmly, his eyes forming an even more intense glare as he pats the sticky blotch in his hair.
I open my mouth to reply but no words come out.
"If you wanted to get my attention...
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[64]
Sydney
"What's got you looking so depressed?" Jason asks, slipping into the barstool beside me.
I shrug, "I'm not."
"Sure. What do you say, we celebrate your friend's engagement with a little bit of Fire Ball?" he gives me a dazzling grin.
"No," I chuckle. "We both know how that ended last time."
"Yeah, but you can't say you didn't have fun."
I eye him warily.
"Oh come on, it'll get that depressed look off your face."
"Is there anything besides Fire Ball to drink? I'd rather not cook my throat tonight," I tell him.
"Come on, when you're with me, we drink Fire Ball in recognition of your wet dream fiasco."
"When are you going to forget about that?" I ask, watching him as he orders the shot glasses from the waiter in front of us.
He turns to me with a mocking look on his face, "Am I really going to have a threesome in my first wet dream?" he tries quoting me in a ridiculously squeaky voice.
I cover my face with my hands in embarrassment.
"I'm just joking with you. Come on, our Fire Ball is here."
He slides a shot glass towards me, before picking up one in front of him, "Cheers."
"Cheers," I can't help but grin with a sigh, before clinking my glass with his and gulping down the liquid without thinking.
"Fuck," I hiss, resisting the urge to grab my throat at the burning sensation.
"Ohhh nooo," I groan as he slides me another shot glass, "I can't even feel my mouth anymore."
I slide the little glass back towards him.
He slides it back.
"Jason, is it your mission to get me back drunk?" I whine as I slide it back.
"When you're with Jason, you have a good time. If that means you should be intoxicated with Fire Ball, then so be it." I watch him as he slides the glass back.
Jason makes it hard for you to argue with him. No wonder he's best friends with Tyler.
"You know, I thought you wouldn't talk to Brandon and me tonight," he tells me.
I scrunch my face up as I down the glass in defeat.
"I-" my throat burns as I try to form words.
"Why wouldn't I talk to you?"
"Well, we are Tyler's only friends, and since you aren't talking to him..."
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