Kadeem
"Wake up, Mateo."
Kadeem leaned over his snoring friend. He grasped Mateo's shoulder firmly, shaking it. Mateo emitted a dull noise. Rolling away from Kadeem's grasp, Mateo cocooned himself in blankets.
Kadeem sighed loudly. "Get up, you asshole."
"Whadaya want?" Mateo croaked, voice thick with sleep.
"I need your help."
"Middle of the night," Mateo groaned. "Go away."
"Please."
Kadeem had been tossing and turning for hours. The alcohol had worn well off at this point. With the sobriety, came a dialing up of the edgy, troubled feelings in his heart.
Mateo pulled the covers down from over his face. Kadeem watched him try to force his heavy eyes open. "What's wrong," he asked, before his eyes snapped closed again.
"I need you to do more hypnotism on me."
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