CHAPTER 9
Ryan raised his hands up in surrender seeing how annoyed Blake was becoming because of his wife.
"Dude, I didn't say anything infuriating just yet. You might not like her but I'd want to meet her anyways, who knows, she might be the one for me"
He said playfully. Blake rolled his eyes, their drinks were brought by another bartender who happens to be a mail.
Ryan cussed inwardly while Blake popped up the vodka immediately pouring it in his cup and gulped down everything.
"Wow, easy tiger" Ryan said with a raised eyebrow.
"Shut up and drink, stop disturbing me" he replied.
Ryan laughed in response.
"You will be needing my help very soon" he said.
He knows Blake has zero tolerance for alcohol, he doesn't also have to take thorns of bottles before he gets drunk.
"Do you think I can't go home on my own?" Blake asked