WE left the club not long after I saw Jake head out with the tall woman. Roel’s alcohol tolerance is amazing. He drank 10 bottles of beer, albeit 4 of those are light beer, but still, he doesn’t seem fazed much. He stumbled a little on the way of the club, but other than that, he seemed perfectly fine.
His speech is not slurred, and most of all, he remained the perfect gentleman all throughout the evening. He asked to stop at a convenience store so he can get coffee to sober up a little.
We walked a few meters away until we saw a 7-eleven. We got our coffee and sat on the table outside the store. He sighed as we did and I smiled in amusement.
Vanessa: “Are you okay?”
Roel: “Yeah. I might be a little drunk. I didn’t want your parents seeing me this way in case they’re still awake.”
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