Chapter 67 Love? Pfft!

• “Fuck! My head is killing me.” Thomas grunted clutching his head tightly. It felt like someone was piercing different sides of his head with needles. He could not believe he had drunk so much that he was feeling that way. He had a lot of alcohol tolerance, so it was strange to feel that way. He must have drunk tons of bottles.
• “Bastard, I had to carry all your weight the previous night. You can imagine how much you had drunk.” Mike informed bitterly as he remembered his back pain the night after he threw him on the bed. He was sitting on the chair while Thomas was glaring at him from his bed.
• He did not have the strength to go to his place, so he stayed. Besides, he felt so sleepy.