"Did you drink?" Chester asked as he looked at Theodore with a shocked look on his face. "Drink..." Theodore spaced out as he tried to remember the taste of what he had drunk earlier.
"I drank apple juice, hehe," he giggle as he smiled brightly.
"Oh god..." Chester slapped his palm on his forehead as soon as he saw how Theodore smiled at him. 'He probably drank a bad beer. Why is there even a bad beer here?' he thought as he pursed his lips and sighed.
"Why don't you come with me and sober up? I'm gonna ask my dad how—" Chester stopped mid-sentence when Theodore started resting his head on the table.
Before Chester could even speak, Theodore spoke before him. "Hey, can you listen to my problem?" he sighed.
Chester was debating in his mind whether he should bring Theodore to his dad or if he should just let him talk for now. It looked like Theodore was having a really hard time based on the look on his face, making him decide to just listen to what Theodore wanted to say.
