Noah had no idea what was inside the envelope, he drove to his apartment and called Ryan along with Brandon. He even asked them to bring some liquor bottles.
"Well, well, well," Ryan swaggered inside the penthouse that belonged to Noah. With his feet clad in fluffy slippers he pitter-pattered inside the living hall while clutching at least three to four bottles of wine in one hand. In his other hand, he was holding three wine glasses.
He walked over to the plush grey couch and then sat down next to Noah with a plop.
"Look what we have here?" He said to his friend. "Never thought that I would see you asking for a heavy and strong shot."
"Shut up and make a drink for me," Noah rubbed his forehead as he didn't even open his eyes and continued to rest his head on the head of the couch.
