“Are you drunk?” he sounded amused.
I sat at the table without saying a word. A normal, considerate person would apologize for being late, but not Brad.
“You should slow down.” He eyed me seriously and I grew angry.
“Now you’re telling me how much I should drink? Next thing you’ll tell me I can’t leave the house without your permission!” I retorted.
“Don’t tempt me.” He responded his jaw tight.
I laughed humorously, the effect of the alcohol making me braver in my speech.
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