Fuckboy
"Fuck off, Luke."
At that moment, Connor had entered the kitchen as well, going to stand beside me. I turned, smiling up at Connor and gulping down my drink. Connor quickly grabbed it out of my hand, bringing it up to his nose to smell it. He cringed the slightest.
"Really, we're already on liquor?"
Luke shrugged from the other side of the kitchen, "Just helping everyone feel better."
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