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Conrad

"I'm not drunk, I just ate something that my stomach didn't like," I replied while vomiting again, Vince rubbed my back and somehow that helped to make me feel a little better. I won't really drink anymore as long as this pain in my stomach goes away, this is the worst part of being drunk.

"You can't really fool me, Conrad. I know you well," he said to me and I'm too busy puking to even say something to him. He keeps rubbing my back and even though my mind says that he shouldn't be touching me right now I can't do anything because my body likes what he's doing to me now, it's making me feel better somehow.

I can't help but wonder where Ryker is, because I left him earlier because I was really sick so I didn't get to say goodbye to him and I don't even know if he followed me.

"Are you feeling much better now? Would you like me to make you some coffee?” Vince asked me as he helped me stand up, I went to the sink and then I pooped.

"It's alright, I'm okay so you can leave me now,"