Olly stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes and his eyebrow almost reaches his hairline when the man stumbles away from the wall, lifts his arms up a little and yelled…
“BUBBLE!”
Olly barely had a chance to brace himself before Nicholas stumbles onto him. The curly haired man wrapped his hands around Nicholas so he wouldn’t drop to the floor, this close Olly could smell the liquor and man, was it strong. As Olly hauls him inside –stumbling a little, groaning as he drags Nicholas and drops him on the nearest couch. Once he makes sure Nicholas was settled he quickly goes to lock the door.
“Why are you here, Mr Petrie?” Olly asked when he turns away from the door, his voice loud enough to sip through Nicholas drunk haze. He watched as Nicholas kicked off his shoes and buried his
