“Who the hell?” he spat.
I grinned. “Meet my best friend, Jack,” gesturing towards my raggedy dressed friend.
Jack took my hand in his, rough and warm.
Tom’s eyes followed the movement, and thrust out his own hand, towards our tangled fingers.
“I’m Tom,” he volunteered.
Instead of letting go of me like Tom obviously wanted, Jack used his left hand to greet and hand shake.
Tom frowned and Jack swayed a bit.
“Whoa,” he frowned, “I think I’m gonna barf.”His face pinched and his eyebrows pulled together.
“Hmm, maybe we should find you a trash can, my love?”
Jack smiled, and nooded his head. “Shit!”
“oh, here we go,” Tom muttered.
“Wh-”
“Prolly shouldn’t ‘ave nodded.. spinning.. oh shit,” Jack explained.
“Dur,” Tom commented.
“What the hell, Tom? Don’t be such an ass!” I defended.
“Me?”
“I mean, I actually answer your calls today and come to meet you and all you’ve done is be an a-”
“Fuck no! You’ve been a bitch the whole time and then you bring this gu-”
WHALAGH! Tom was now covered in barf.