That night, Cole Sinclair went to The Grand Feast. When his buddies arrived, they found the coffee table piled high with all sorts of liquor. Empty bottles were arranged neatly to one side. He had already drunk seven or eight bottles by himself and looked, well, a little... despondent?
And one look told them he was lovesick. What are good friends for, anyway?
They're for kicking you when you're down, for twisting the knife in the wound when you're heartbroken!
Julian Fuller teased with a smile, "Cole, from the looks of it, don't tell me your girl dumped you?"
Cole Sinclair's drinking hand faltered for a moment before he continued to drink without even looking up.
Ethan Page tugged at his half-open collar, a smug, punchable grin on his face. "Well, well, looks like it's true then."
