“What is it? Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” Alex nodded, squeezed his eyes shut, and took a deep breath as his head swam with the slight movement. “Uh, no, I don’t think so.”
Seth snorted.
The bastard.
“Come on.” Seth pulled Alex close, and he went with him without complaint. He staggered next to Seth and almost plunged down face first when Seth suddenly stopped in his tracks.
“Seth, what the hell—”
Alex tried to focus as he saw a group of men in dark suits walk toward him and Seth and begin to slowly circle them. Men in Black? He giggled.
“Alex, who are they?” Seth hissed in his ear.
Alex arched an eyebrow. Seth’s kidding, right?Alex was the one heavily drunk. Wasn’t he supposed to be the one asking the question?
“It’s okay, Mr. Chandler. We’ll take it from here.”
Alex’s eyebrows shot up to reach his hairline as one of the men spoke to Seth.
“What? How do you know my name?” Seth squeaked.
“Just relax. Alex’s father sent us to pick him up. He’s been worried.”