"Well, my brother looks disoriented. You seem to have lost some motor skills. What's going on?" Patrick asked, lazily leaning back on his chair. I looked at Jon, but he seemed to be occupied with scarfing down an incredible amount food that could feed a whole village. I glared at Patrick, who in turn looked at me mischievously. "We had a late night." Jon said between bites. I nodded eagerly to support his statement. Patrick's mouth slowly opened and his lips suddenly split into the biggest grin. "Oh. I see." Patrick winked. "So you made up, huh?"
I almost choked. "No...just...it wasn't like that." I hastily said. "We got drunk!" I defensively said. "Diana!" Jon exclaimed. I shrugged at him helplessly. Did he not want his brother to know that he had gotten hammered with me?
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