SAMUEL TURNS to Yule with a frown. "You said he was dead drunk,"
Luka pauses when he's just about to take another drag. The butt of his cigarette was an inch away from touching his lips as it was held up by his two slender fingers that looked freshly manicured with black nail polish.
He had once again tricked another partygoer into doing his manicure just like he always does.
"Hah? Who's drunk?"
"You," Samuel says but his eyes remained on Yule who looked sheepish but also slightly proud of himself. "Yule said you were dead drunk and requested my help,"
"I thought you wanted help," Yule scratches his chin. "You know, about Gracie?"
"Help?"
"As you can see I am not drunk," Luka interjects, giving the two a deadpanned stare. "You are free to return to the party and hook up with another girl,"
Yule's green eyes widened. "You were about to hook up with Gracie?"
