Page 8 of Rock Pucking Bottom

I saw red again. This fucking twat had no right to interfere. I lost my shit.

"That's not fucking fair. I'm not like those asshats over there who can't keep their shirts on or doing that." I pointed to a few of the Sound guys who were just as drunk as I was who were half naked with the best man that was drinking a beer through his undershirt.

Cartsy and Suzuki were trying to tell me to calm down, but I wasn't having it. I wanted a Jameson, and I was going to get one. Especially when I saw the bottle sitting right there for the taking.

I fixated on that bottle. No twat would deny me my one guilty pleasure and the only thing keeping me sane in this wedding.

I fucked up last night.

I don't know how it happened, but I got tossed out of Scuba's wedding. After all he'd done to get me to feel like part of the team, I let drinking get to me and I got myself thrown out.

On top of that, I was still fucking drunk, which meant I had to drink a bottle or two of Jamieson before practice. I wanted some hair of the dog to make sure that I could play only slightly guilty instead of massively sick. I would need to apologize to Scuba and the other guys for making a fool of myself.

But first I had to find my last bottle of Jamieson. I was pretty sure I still had one of those left.

All I saw were empties. So many empties were all over my place.

I needed to clean it up. No, I really should hire someone to clean my place. Then maybe I could find my bottles with something in it.

There was a knock on the door.

Shit.

Looked like my reckoning was coming. I really didn't want to deal with it.

Sniffing the air as I approached the door, I could tell it was Logan.

Fuck.This was a real reckoning. It wasn't just asking for forgiveness from my friends.

Nope. It was an alpha (okay, only an alpha-light, but I still had to listen to him).

Yeah, I really shouldn't have drank so much last night or had the metric shit ton of empties lying around.

Too late to do anything. Since he heard my footsteps and wouldn't be afraid to kick my door in, I opened it.

He pushed his way into my apartment and looked around. His face distorted from the sight of all the bottles strewed around. "Dude. What the fuck? Drink this."

He shoved a thermos to my chest.

I opened the lid and sniffed. It was one of those restoratives that the more magically inclined in our pack (including myself) would take to cure all our ails. But I doubted it could fix feeling like an outsider, an imposter, loneliness, and everything else going on in my mind.

I took a swig and gagged. Instead of the normal restorative, it was vile and seemed to suck all the alcohol from my system so quickly that I had an instant hangover. I wanted to look for another bottle of Jamieson before it felt like my body was on fire.

Why did magic taste so bad?

Logan shot me the look and pointed to the thermos, so I took another swig.

Although this time, it tasted better.

"What did you give me?"

He smirked. "I had Dino whip something up special for you after last night's spectacle."

I closed my eyes and scrunched up my face as I clenched my fists.

Great. Just great.

The pack knew about my issue, cause bless Dino's heart, he couldn't keep a secret. He would be discreet, but somehow, he would tell Theo or Jayden. Then things would continue to leak out.

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