the air. And spicy food. Luke moves through the crowd, pushing people left and right without a second thought. My ears find Luke's friends before my eyes lock onto them. The laughter coming f

't know any better, I'd say you're trying to woo me. Are you into pretty boys? Wonder what your girlfriend would say" "You think you're funny. Is that it?" Johnny bravo sneers, His nostrils flaring in anger. "You think you are?" I shoot back "He's got a mouth on him." the one with the bad haircut nods his head in my direction. " I know he talks back a lot" I turn my attention to him "and I think you've got a bad haircut and need a refund from your barber. Maybe new friends too" The whole table goes quiet. Well I guess I'm not that funny. "Shut your mouth." He snaps. Clenching his jaw so hard, causing a vein to pop out on his forehead. His haircut looks even worse now. Alarm bells are going off in my head, telling me to shut up. But again- self sabotage. "I've got a better idea. Why don't you?" "You fucking f-" "That's enough Tyler!" Luke cuts in. "No let him talk. Let's see what Tyler has to say" "Caleb. That's enough" "Is it? I thought we were all getting to know each other." Luke looks around the table. "I think we all know each other to a degree now. Right?" Tyler scoffs. "Whatever, Luke you said there was food" The waiter comes over and we order food. I order the same thing Tyler orders just to fuck with him and it works. He looks like he's about to burst. ******* "I don't think I can do this!" Luke is barely hanging on to me, his heavy arm slung around my shoulder. His breath fans against my neck reeking of alcohol. My back starts to protest, so I drop him back onto the chair with a frustrated huff. He slumps there, eyes half-lidded, unfocused. I stare at him with disdain, willing him to sober up but his eyelids are too drunk to function. Fuck him for doing this to me. One minute he was fine and the next minute his words were starting to slur, his laugh got louder, looser, reckless. I should have noticed. "Not so tough now huh?" Tyler says smugly. "Ugh! Tyler, fuck off!" I hate this motherfucker. Maybe if I hadn't been too busy hating him I probably would've noticed how many drinks Luke was knocking back. I can't believe this is my night's ending. How long can a person last outside their comfort zone? Because I think I just hit my limit. "I'll do it" another one with short dark hair offers. Funny how I'm just noticing him. "Great!" I quip "Go on, Tony, help the damsel in distress."