damien-kentâ:
âWell, Iâm day drinkinâ like itâs a Saturday morninâ tailgate before a big college game. So about that well.â He drank about half of it in one go as if he were quenching his thirst with water. âWant a beer? Iâve got plenty. I never got to tailgate, but I see the appeal now.âÂ
âThat well, huh? Welp, okay. I mean come on, you think Iâd let you day drink alone?â Noah said, plopping down beside Damien. âWe going to play and drinking game or- nope. Weâre just going for it. Okayyy then. Pass me a beer?â













