Chapter 15. Problems? Money

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Dorian Reign [1ST PERSON POV] [THE DAY BEFORE]

“You look… alive,” Calisto, a friend, I think, pointed out. I’m not exactly sure what a backhanded compliment is, but what he said felt deserving of a backhand slap.

“The f*ck do you mean by that?” I snapped,

He scoffed, “So aggressive. Don’t you speak like that whenever Caly’s around, understand?” he scolded. I rolled my eyes, bringing the rock glass to my lips.

How am I supposed to meet Caly when he only hangs out with me in bars to drink until the night is over? I have never even seen Caly in person for over three months! How is his liver still healthy with this amount of alcohol entering his bloodstream? And why am I the only one getting drunk every time we hang out? As I thought, I need to cut back on this sh*t too.

If I collapse because of liver failure for something, that would be a new thing for Miss Alex