Ryan's POV

I drank the champagne Dave offered me at once and wiped my mouth with my hands.

"Another." I signalled for him to pour more.

"Easy there, Ryan. It is not like you to drown yourself in a bottle," Dave said, yet he still filled my cup to the brim, and the champagne poured over the edges.

I drank it slowly this time till it finished.

"Can you imagine, the nerve of that guy, I would have gutted his throat out."

"Why didn't you, it's quite unlike you to turn a blind eye when ...