Drink? Oh right. That's what we were doing here. I invited Kenzo out to hang out with our friends.
This is great! Kenzo had already made a good impression with my friends, but then that fake article surfaced. Now he has to start over. I still have high hopes.
Hell, I'm just happy Kenzo is here.
"Here Zo, have a glass of beer." Beck said as he filled up a cup.
"Hey! That's my glass." I complained.
"You've had enough," Kenzo said.
"No I haven't," I argued.
"Baby, you can barely talk right." Kenzo teased.
"But I wanted to take shots with you." I whined.
"Then why did you get so drunk so fast?" He asked.
My face heated as I recalled the reason why I decided to get drunk. My eyes connected with Beck's. He smirked at me while his brown eyes twinkled with mischief.
"I was sick of wait
