“At this point I feel I only see you when you are in some sort of pickle.” Julian said, as his voice cut through the banging noise from Velour downstairs. “This is not how friend should be.”“I am sorry,” Tristan said, as he sat down. “Work has got me rather occupied right now, and I can see that it is the same for you, so no need to act like I am the only one at fault.”“Fair.” Julian said, after a moment of silence.He got up and poured a drink for both him and Tristan,“You sounded like this was very urgent over the phone. What is wrong?” he asked,Tristan exhaled slowly, fingers tightening around the glass Julian had already pushed toward him. “I need to borrow some money.”Julian blinked at this, as the smile that had been permanently etched onto his face faltered, just slightly, like a crack in glass.“Come again?” he asked, unsure of what he had just heard“I need cash,” Tristan said evenly. “Urgently.”Julian leaned back against the bar, studying him now with something sharper
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