52 - Shawn

"What on earth?"

Ryker steps between Asher and me. He pushes me away and glances at Asher's nose.

"What the hell are the two of you doing?"

"Having our own party," Asher answers as he wipes his nose.

I wipe the blood trickling from the corner of my mouth and swallow the rest. I draw a deep breath.

Gradually, my temper subsides. As it does, my mind clears. I realize the stupidity of what I've just done and I slap my forehead.

"Fuck."

"Fuck is right," Ryker says. Then he sighs. "Seriously, what are the two of you doing?"

"I just came up to check on him and found him drinking alone." Asher points to the bottle of Scotch.

Ryker gives me a look of dismay. "What?"

"Then I told him he should just go after Felicity because we all know she's the reason why he's acting like this, and well... you saw what happened next. Or part of it."

I sit on the couch and let out a sigh of my own.

"I can't go after Felicity."

Enough with the denial and the drinking. It's not making anything better. Maybe talk