If Cody was mad, he didn't let it show on his face. However, he was visibly straining himself from exploding. After a bit of fluent cursing, he took off his now vomit-drenched coat and tossed it into a nearby trashcan.
The air was thick with the smell of bile and alcohol. It didn't help that there was also a horrid stench of soured fish. It was coming from Rye. He was completely unconscious, his head resting at my feet. His hair was so wet that it was stringy. I turned to Cody with a frown on my face.
"Oh good grief, what do you think happened to him?" I asked.
"That, I don't know." Cody started, running a hand through his hair. Cody turned to me. "But one thing is for sure, the CEO of McMillan Global is drunk as fvck."
"What do we do? We have to help him. We cannot just leave him like
