Keenan was always a party freak, and it didn’t come as a surprise when Ashford spotted him walking to his club. Even after his father’s death, he was still in the mood to party and get drunk like he hadn’t just lost someone he loved.
“Man, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be with your mom, somewhere in the packhouse, going through your old photos, or with your mom talking about past experiences?” He asked, and Keenan shrugged, then went ahead to make an order.
“Man, just get me a shot of vodka. Give me the whole damn bottle! The day couldn’t be any better, I am good, though no worries, as a man, you always have to pick up after yourself.” He said this as he snatched the bottle from him and went ahead to gulp it halfway through until Ashford stopped him.
As much as he hate
