After babysitting Zoran, Fritz made his way to the tavern he and Laura agreed to meet up with tonight. He did his best to not let his apprehension get to him. This was the night that they were supposed to have their drinking contest, after all, and he wasn't the type to back off even if he felt like he was going to lose.
"Such a pain," he grumbled to himself as he navigated the city streets. "I just hope I've done enough for this…"
If he was being honest, he sincerely hoped that his drinking buddy would just cancel out of the blue if only so that he could avoid drinking again. The last time he had too much to drink, he woke up with the worst headache he had ever had in his life, and that was with Zoran while he was practicing too.
