How to Keep a Secret
"Aaron, you're drunk. You should go sit down." I said, pointing to the chair I had been sitting in earlier. Sure, I didn't like him. But I still wanted to be a little bit of a help. I'd hate for something to happen to him.
"No, I'm all good." He said. And then, without warning, he pulled me in close. He grabbed my thin waist and looked me in the eyes.
"I need a favor. Can you keep a secret?" He asked. And with that, he passed out, and fell to the floor.