01-24-2020, 12:39 AM
He was going to regret this in the morning. Zechariah had this thought every, every other time he went out with Chris, and yet here he was, slogging down trash goyish vodka (that he had told Chris a hundred odd times he did not even like) and whatever that was which smelled like something sat too long under a fraternity bed.
It tasted better than his own mouth at this point.
He did not notice the newcomer until he sat down, glowering. Zechariah's face cracked into a mean grin, leaning against Christopher's shoulder.
"Is that him?" he asked in what he figured was a discreet volume.
It was not.
It tasted better than his own mouth at this point.
He did not notice the newcomer until he sat down, glowering. Zechariah's face cracked into a mean grin, leaning against Christopher's shoulder.
"Is that him?" he asked in what he figured was a discreet volume.
It was not.
