|Red|
“What's with the long face, Red?”
Staring blankly on the liquor in front of me, I lifted my gaze to my friend. He was sitting comfortably across the seat where I was, with a glass of whiskey on his hand. And what made me reached for my own drink and downed it in one go was because of the smirk plastered on his fvcking lips. Plus the mock on his expression.
“Mind your own fvking business, Crimson.” I hissed and slammed the glass on the table. Then I poured another shot for myself.
“Let me guess… is it about your wife? How's your marriage by the way?”
I brought back my gaze to him. My fist suddenly itch for a punch and I would be happy scratch it on his face but… I'm not that violent enough to put it into actions. And I am in his fvcking house with his wife around. I would be
