‘You never give up!’

It’s not a sarcastic or condescending statement, but I know it has to be some jab at me on some level, even if he sounds soft and strange. I would say in awe, but I know that’s wrong, and it’s just Alexi being a mind-fuck.

‘Okaaay, you are clearly drunk and being odd. Alexi, sober up, or I am returning to my room, and you can dance solo. You’re weirding me out with this shit, and I’m over it already.’ I throw my hands on my hips, and he ...