|Tamara|
“G-Geoff?” I called but I doubt he could hear me.
He was 2 seats away from me. His head was down as he rest his head above his knuckles. His hair was disheveled and with just one look I already knew he’s already wrecked. His other hand was tightly gripping on the empty glass. He raised his head drowsily and brought the empty glass to his lips. His face was all red.
“Hey you! Bring me more” he lifted his glass as he demanded. The bartender near him alerted himself and nod at him.
The customers around us were all looking at him.
“He’s a mess” I heard the man say behind me and shook his head. He sat beside me. He’s tall and is wearing a suit. He’s lean and has a clean overall look. He smiled at me, “You should probably stay away from him. He might start crashing t
