I think I like my friend!
Chris was the world's greatest bullshitter this side of the Niger. I don't want to talk about how my heart thumped as Jasper went on the internet to confirm the declaration, then his eyes shone with another kind of glee that bothered me. But, too late, I couldn't leave now.
I was here already. So close yet so far away. I could almost taste the joy of meeting her but then I grimaced, the drink Jasper forced on us didn't taste like any whiskey I've taken before. And it seemed to be turning my eyes quicker than possible.
"How are you feeling, superstar?" it was Jasper's voice but I was hearing it as an echo while his image blurred. I can hear the smirk in his tone.
"What did you give us?" is what I asked but I was hearing – wathe dreish puzz gus.
