KENNEDY
"I CAME here to drink with my friend," I answered bravely right after I finally composed myself. I went back to sit on the bar stool where I was sitting with Dylan a while ago.
He probably wasn't expecting my answer because when he sat on the chair beside me, I had a glimpse of his face, frowning.
"And you didn't bother telling me?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Why should I? You didn't bother responding to my text. So, why are you expecting that I should tell you about my plans for tonight?" I snapped at him. Maybe it's the Martini talking, but I'm glad that I was able to borrow strength from it.
"If you have been reading the handbook and not drinking in the middle of the night, you will understand why," he answered, gritting his teeth.
"Oh, you mean your rules and regu
