Alexander

When Nathan Moore and I arrived at Chase Davenport’s apartment, we soon realized that he was already a little drunk and insane, even though his bachelor party had barely started.

“Alexander Vaughn, you showed up! This makes me extremely happy,” the man said in a loud voice as he opened the door, hugging me and patting me hard on the back as he laughed happily, his joy being tempered by the drink, making him happier than he already should be.

“Of course I came; I ...