Chapter 30

I took two bottles of beer from the fridge - one for Samer and one for myself. It's still early to sleep.

"Here's your beer," I said to Samer as I handed him the cold beer.

"Are you going to drink too?"

"Of course, why not?"

"Oh, you might get drunk and make a mess in front of me, then you'll be embarrassed to face me tomorrow."

I just laughed at Samer's remark before I started drinking from the bottle I was holding. As we continued chatting, we ended up having one bottle each, then two, three, and I lost count of how many beers we finished. I realized I could handle drinking a lot without even getting drunk.

It feels good to allow oneself to do whatever one wants, without following any rules or caring about the surroundings. I admit I am a late bloomer! But it's okay, because I can trust Samer not to do anything bad if I happen to pass out from drinking too much later. My trust in him is as high as a flagpole!

"Excuse me for a minute," I stood up