Your Honesty

"No... don't do this again..."

Clay immediately groaned with a long exhale as he saw Wolf approaching him. Almost the same as yesterday, disheveled with sunglasses. Worse yet because his bangs were probably a week overdue for a trim.

Clay had to look around, hoping that his unkempt appearance wouldn't attract the attention of the people around him. They were currently in a public place, one of the studios owned by the production house collaborating with Clay's company. Clay was working, of course, and had to make time for Wolf, who requested—or rather forced—him to meet.

Seeing the rough appearance, Clay knew something bad had happened—perhaps even worse. "Can't you wash up? I..."

Wolf waved his hand in front of Clay's face, asking him to be silent. "I want to talk to you! Your friend is a jerk!" Wolf cursed loudly, undoubtedly drawing attention.

"Are you drunk?" Clay asked, "Are you drunk?" as Wolf stood there with an unsteady stance.

"Your friend..."

"Okay... okay..." Clay surrender