Party Snacks - Friend

"Grab some of that ice and place it on your head." I pointed to the tin bucket with ice.

"Ah~ this feels good hermano! Thanks!" Mr. Cuervo said.

I was silently staring at him for a while and the room quieted down.

"Hermano, I told you my story, and thank you for listening to me. Can you tell me yours? I'll accept whatever you do to me, but the reason for your hatred, I gotta know." Mr. Cuervo deeply sighed.

"We need a drink, bring more out. I did say I'll tell you my side of the story." I replied, looking down.

"Yes! Yes, hermano!" Mr. Cuervo pulled out bottle after bottle.

I downed several glasses and told him what happened to my family that night. I don't know how much time had passed since we've been here but it felt like it was just an instant. I could blame it on the amount of alcohol we've consumed but my head was clear as day despite that.

Two men were just talking to each other several floors underground. No distractions and no bullshit.