I stumble backwards slightly, tripping over my own feet. I feel the alcohol swimming in my head, slowing me down and wish I hadn't drank those extra shots that Becks bought.
"Having a good time?" Mark asks, casually placing his hands on his hips, he is standing right in front of me.
"W-what are you doing here?" I demand, once I recover and find my voice.
"Jay said he was meeting Becks here later, so I thought I'd drop in. But hey, it's no big deal. It's a free country innit?" He responds with a twisted smile that I find utterly nauseating.
In fact, his overall presence is making me feel queasy.
There's a distinct dazed look in his light green eyes which suggests he's drunk quite a lot.
An awful lot actually, he reeks to high heaven of booze.
"I heard you were back, so I wanted to
