“Fuckin’ horseshit.”
“Good to see that delightful vocabulary of yours is still intact.”
“I can’t believe it. I was almost taken out by Malibu fuckin’ rum.” Noah closed his eyes. The room was spinning now. “Ugh.”
“You should try to eat something.” Alistair was sitting on the edge of the bed, and he turned to grab a small tray from the bedside table.
It was full of crackers, wafer cookies, and toast.
“The fuck?” Noah blinked.
“I wasn’t sure what you’d prefer to ease your stomach, so I asked Frida to come up with a variety. I’m sorry the toast is cold, but you have been sleeping for quite a while.”
“Thanks.” Noah was honestly touched. He noticed then it was dark outside. “Ah, fuck. What time is it?”
Alistair glanced at his watch. “About two in the morning.”
“What the hell?” Noah managed to sit up, and the cloth fell into his lap. He realized his clothes were gone. “Why am I naked?”
“When you got sick, you made a mess of yourself.”
Noah grimaced. “Sorry.”
“Oh, it’s fine. You might want to apologize to Junior though.”
“Why?”
“You got sick on him as well.”
Noah laughed.
“Are you feeling better?”
“Still kinda woozy.” Noah grabbed one of the cookies to nibble on. “I can’t believe somebody spiked that rum.” He eyed Alistair suspiciously. “Like some creeps like to do, you know.”
“As if I would have any reason or need to do such a thing.” Alistair picked up the damp cloth and set it aside. “I’m actually a little insulted.”
“Ha.” Noah snorted and ate another cookie. “I guess a guy like you doesn’t need to dope his dates, huh?”
“No.”
Noah had gone to Alistair willingly after all. There was no reason to try and subdue him like that. Still, it bothered Noah. And that idiot Landon was the one who had brought him the drink with the wrong kind of rum.
“Where’s Landon?” Noah asked.
“I assume downstairs enjoying the end of the party. Crybaby told me the bar ran out of provisions for the evening, and so the guests are either migrating home or finding a safe place to pass out.”
“I need to talk to his punk ass.”
“Because he brought you the drink?”
“Yeah.” Noah scowled as the room spun again, and he laid back down. “I swear he did it on purpose, that asshole.”
“With the way you treat him, would you really be surprised?”
“Okay…” Noah sighed. “Maybe I could try to be a tiny bit nicer to the guy. I get it. He’s a loser, but I guess he’s the closest thing I got to a friend.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” Alistair took his phone out of his pocket, typing out a quick message.
