“So let me get this straight,” Greg said as he stood by the door, “You both skipped work so you could sit in front of the TV eating popcorn and ice cream with-,” he paused and took a sniff, “Is that tequila?”
“Yes,” it was Diana who answered with a shrug; she is already butt drunk considering she has been drinking straight out of the bottle and she’s almost done with it.
“You are definitely going to regret this tomorrow morning,” he said with a small shake of his head and we stuck our tongues out at him. “So what’s the celebration?”
“We’re not-,” she began but I cut her off.
“We’re celebrating me not being dead,” I said and his eyes lingered on Diana before giving me a bland look, “What? That’s a good thing to celebrate.”
“You’re not drinking,” he noted and I shrugged, “Why?”
“I don’t drink,” I said, “It reminds me of my father and Alpha Hunter.”
“Will you stop calling him Alpha?” he asked with an annoyed expression, “He doesn’t deserve it.”