Chapitre 128: 128. I love you

She accompanied him to drink, and even stole a few of his cigarettes.

He looked up with his eyes bloodshot before downing the glass in his hand.

"I'm sorry," He said raspily before staring at the table.

Paige poured herself a glass,

"It's okay." She took a sip and grimaced.

"That tastes horrible."

"If it would be good, it wouldn't get one drunk."

"Did it get you drunk?" She asked, taking another sip.

"Yeah."

***

When both of them were drunk, Lance started to talk.

"Your breasts are so much more beautiful; I wouldn't even look at her." He slurred while wildly gesticulating.

"Thanks, although you hadn't seen them. My old breasts were nice too." She nodded in agreement.

"Why did she even have to pull me down? Isn't it enough to just sit nicely for a picture?" He whined.

"Cause she wants to capture you." Paige nodded again.

"Why did she choose me? Can't she take another one?" He complained.