Chapter Ninety Three

Denis put down his drink and scurried out of the bar.

“We’re good friends.”~~~ said to ~~~.

He opened the door and saw Kelsey sprawled on the floor clutching onto a bag of chips, his eyes drifted to thee empty bottles of bourbon on the floor, he didn’t need a soothsayer to tell him that she’s had too much to drink.

She threw the bag of chips in the air and mumbled “I hate you Denis.” Was she awake? Can she tell he’s here? He crouched next to her to check but she was sound asleep.

He smiled. “I hate you too Kelsey.” He would love to sit next to her and listen to her mumbles the entire night but the place was a mess and one of them has to clean it. He gathered her in his arms and took her upstairs to her room and comes back to clean the place.

The next morning, Kelsey wakes up with an astonishingly bad hangover. She looks around at the familiar walls of her room but doesn’t remember how she got there. She drags herself out of bed and opens the curtains, the light almost blinds her, she