Chapter 137: The Night at the Remote Resort

By eleven o’clock, thirty seven minutes before exactly twelve midnight, I was so sure to conclude that Travis was already drunk and wasted. Like legitimately drunk. Pretty much similar to those drunkards you would often see in the bars during three o’clock in the morning, just right when the bar itself closes because everyone’s done with their session. But Travis, he was this one person left on the bartender’s table, drunk as hell, and could barely even stand because the world was spinning on his head, that just a simple movement would definitely trigger a nausea--that would eventually lead into a massive amount of puke.

I tried to check up on him but he was like a  sensitive time bomb, that a simple touch would mean great harm to everyone. He was lying on the cold and viscous white sand off the shore, six to seven meters away from  the bonfire--he was, among all of us, the farthest from the fire. As much as we wanted to drag hi