Mason stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. He got up, grabbed the whole bottle of liquor, poured himself a full glass, and downed it in one go.

Derek pulled up a chair and sat across from him, swirling his wine lazily. "You might wanna slow down. If you end up puking, I’m not taking care of you."

"Don’t need you to," Mason replied flatly before taking a swig straight from the bottle.

Derek ran a hand over his brow and smirked. "If you pass out ...