#Chapter45
LIAM SCOWLED AT the loud music as he and Evan weaved their way through the massive crowd of sweaty bodies dancing way to close to each for comfort. It reminded him of the sole reason why he distasted parties and mass gatherings all together: the people, not the alcohol.
/"Where did you say we were supposed to meet him and his friend?/" Liam shouted over the loud music so his friend could hear him.
Evan said something in return that Liam didn't quite hear. Instead, Liam just followed his friend after seeing how pointless it was trying to talk. They reached what looked like the dining room which had been turned into a make-shift bar after a lot of shoving and nudging.
/"There he is,/" Evan said turning to his friend with a smile before strolling towards where the coffee shop guy stood. He was dressed in tight black ripped jeans with a white button shirt and red solo cup in hand.