"You must enjoy having killer hangovers," Matt said. "I'm pretty sure your sorrows are well and truly drowned. "What good's water going to be? I'm trying to drown my sorrows here."Ĭonnor raised his eyebrows. "Why don't I go get us all a jug of water?" Connor asked. "I'm pretty sure you've had enough to drink." "Let me get another drink first." He tried to stand, but Matt put a restraining hand on his shoulder and held him down. Seb shrugged and reached for another shot glass. He showed Seb his phone screen and the dozens of text messages that had summoned him here. "We know," Matt said with an exasperated sigh. Seb was obviously drunker than he'd thought, but it made sense that he'd called them both of them. He leaned toward Matt and pinched his arm. Seb stared from one to the other, over and over, until he felt dizzy and sick. "And me," Connor said, taking the seat on the other side of Seb. Seb blinked at his friend and then rubbed his eyes. "It's Craig's loss," Matt said, sitting down beside him. The crowded bar was starting to spin around him, and his words had sounded slurred, even to his own inebriated ears. He'd lost track of how much he'd had to drink, other than knowing it was probably too much. Happy fucking birthday to me," Seb grumbled as he downed a shot of vodka and then slammed the glass on the table. "Broken up with and thrown out of my own home.
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