Dream Knight

Jake's POV

I could feel the effect of the wine blurring my mind slowly, as I started falling into a well known alcoholic stupor. Francis was saying something behind me, but I couldn't really make his words out. He said something about a beach party, then something about a farmhouse that I owned and weaving stitches of words together, I could make out that he wanted to mean a beach party at my Farmhouse this weekend. 

I looked at him, and immediately saw two Francises swinging their arm at me, then coming forward to lay his hand on my shoulders, calling me buddy and several other things. I had never really liked this guy, he was the most despicable opportunist and I hated the way he usually spoke to Mike. Needless to say, he was the class bully.