ELY
Me and Brooks remained at the bar for hours, the drinks flowing freely and the atmosphere growing hazier with each passing moment. My mind was clouded by the alcohol, a familiar sensation that I welcomed as it numbed my thoughts and emotions.
The evening wore on, I found myself mustering the liquid courage to voice my frustrations and fears. "I hate that guy, Austin! I don't trust him for Olivia. She's too innocent and trusting, thinking that every man is good. What if he has ulterior motives?"
Brooks, also influenced by the alcohol but still more coherent than I was, chuckled and playfully jabbed at me. "Oh, come on, Ely. Jealous much? Looks like Liv's got your head spinning."
My temper flared, fueled by the alcohol and my own confusion. "I can't stand by and let that guy hurt Oli
