"This is for you and this is for me," Mylo settles down on his seat at the cafeteria with a badly hungover Zeke in front of him.
"Why do I have to eat this gross looking porridge while you eat fried chicken?" Zeke shrinks.
"Well, I'm not the one that got flat drunk. And I called your mom, she asked me to buy you porridge and she also said she will be home tonight."
Zeke slouched forward, placing his chin on the back of his hands, "I didn't mean to get drunk at all," Zeke doesn't want to think about the incident that occurred in his life last night.
"So why did you?" Mylo happily eats his chicken, enjoying Zeke's miserable state, "I thought you were the master of alcohol limitation. Imagine my surprise when you bumped into that girl and we almost got beaten up by them or the guards. God knows who will have come to us and whack us first."
"I'm sorry."
