Not Drunk

Drake

“Hey, guys!” I said, forcing a smile onto my face as I sat down with them.

“What's up, newbie?” one of them asked, his eyes full of mischief.

I knew he was looking for a reaction, and I refused to give him the satisfaction. “Not much,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral. “Just enjoying the night.”

I looked around at the group, studying each of them, memorizing their features. I was looking for any weaknesses I could exploit, any way to give myself an advantage.

“Where's your brother?” one of them asked.

“He's fast asleep,” I replied, my voice betraying nothing of my true thoughts.

I knew he was talking about Jake, and I had to keep up the act.

“He's missing out on all the fun,” another chimed in, a sly grin on his face.

“Yeah, he's such a bore,” another added.

I just nodded, keeping my face blank. I looked down at the bottle in my hand, knowing that it could be my ticket to freedom.

“What's that?” one of them asked, gesturing towards the bottle in my hand.

“It's alcohol