Late To Her Own Party (1)

"The hell, Blake!" Blake found himself being smacked on the shoulder. The push was forceful enough to shove him a couple of steps back since he didn't have his guards up.

"What the hell, man? Is that how you treat your host for the evening?" Blake threw a glaring look at the man who was standing right across him. There was a distance of a couple of feet between the two of them. If not for it, and the fact that they had guests around, Blake might have jumped on him right away.

"No! But I do treat my best buddy like this." Adam scoffed. "And no one can stop me from doing that. You can try if you want." He chuckled lightly as he eyed around the empty corridor. 

"Fine! Just don't push that hard the next time." Blake complained to him as he dusted his shoulder.