Night Out II

"Ewan, take it easy! The night is still young, and you're already on your third glass of wine. Do you plan on being carried out of here?" Zane asked, shooting a glance at an amused Sandro, who chuckled before chiming in.

"If that's his plan, then he can forget it. I don't have the will or the capacity to carry anyone out of this club tonight. So let's all be responsible. Remember, some of us are driving tonight! We are not like Ewan that moves everywhere with his driver…"

Ewan ignored them, taking another sip from his glass. Athena hadn't replied to him yet.

He inhaled deeply, trying to quell the growing hurt in his heart.

What's happening to me? He thought weakly, downing more wine, oblivious to the glares coming from his friends.

"Ewan, you didn't hear what we just said?" Zane pressed, reaching for Ewan's drink.

But Ewan was faster.

He snatched his drink away, before Zane could touch it.