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"Uh…"

Chapter 2

Brian flushed the toilet and leaned against the stal door He pressed the back of his wrist against his ood

He rushed forward and voain One day he would learn the limit of his alcohol tolerance Apparently, today wasn’t the day

"Dude, do you need me to hold your hair for you?" Eric cal ed froasped, and threw up again

"That’s a lot of perfectly good beer you’re wasting"

"If you want it, coainst the cool, metal partition and flushed the toilet with his foot He stood there for a h come out of the stal

Eric looked at hiotta stop letting chicks get to you"

Tel hi he didn’t know

Brian moved to the sink and rinsed hisin the mirror Bloodshot eyes Pale and waxy skin He ran a hand over his slack face "God, I look like shit"

"I don’t notice any difference"

Brian held up the three centerht hand "Read between the lines, assle"

Eric looked more puzzled than usual "I never learned to read"

"Here, let er down, leaving his e?"

"Nope Sorry" Eric punched hiain Brian knew he’d feel those in the o back? You sure made an ass of yourself in front of that classy babe"

"Thanks for the reminder" Luckily, Brian probably wouldn’t reo"

"What’s your rush?" Brian asked

"How often do you get to hang out with a sophisticated sexpot like her?"

"Besides last night when I boned your ht take offense"