Chapter 17.7: The High and the Wasted

AMBROSE

“Whatever, I don’t want to talk about them right now. I’m a having a blast tonight. This was probably the best night that I ever had.” August shook his head probably trying to shrug all of the negative energy to a distant land. He was just letting me know that we shouldn’t talk about Rachel and Phil. “For now, let’s just have another toast.” He gave me an inviting smile as he raised his already empty glass.

“Oh you’re out of whiskey.” I spat eventually grabbing the bottle of whiskey and pouring some on his glass. There’s still some ice left on his glass so there’s no need for a refill.

“Cheers!” August said once I finished pouring.

“Cheers!” I replied putting all my attention to him and we both drank in unison.

I know there’s a lot of things going on inside August’s mind