Theodore took a swig of his vodka, his face like stone. Usually, it went down smooth, but tonight it tasted like watered-down garbage, leaving a nasty aftertaste.


    He shoved the ss back on the coffee table. "Dude, you gotta switch up your bar''s supplier. This stuff''s getting worse."


    Patrick took a couple of sips and shrugged. "Tastes the same to me. You heading out already?"


    Theodore stood up, grabbing his suit jacket from the back of the sofa. "Yeah, I''m out."


    Patrick quickly got up, eyeing him closely. "I know you''ve banned anyone from mentioning Phoebe for the past two years, but now that she''s back, don''t you feel even a little..." "Patrick." Theodore cut him off coldly, his eyes shing a warning.


    Patrick licked his lips. "Alright, alright. I won''t bring it up. You''ve been drinking; don''t drive. Let the driver get you."@@novelbin@@


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