Late that night, Kendrick's friend, Tristan Jones, called me, "Hey, Maya, Kendrick is drunk. Come pick him up. He's in private room No. 2 at Revolver Bar."
Tristan was our mutual university friend and Kendrick's best buddy.
They had a gathering today and Kendrick didn't even tell me, which made me feel a bit suspicious.
After hanging up the phone, I drove to Revolver Bar. Just as I reached the private room's door, I heard a commotion inside, "Hey, Kendrick, Maya is about to arrive. While she's not here yet, dare to do something exciting?"
"What exciting thing? You're always full of bad ideas ..." Kendrick's speech was slurred, it seemed he was truly drunk.
Just as I was about to push the door open, I heard Tristan laugh slyly again, "Elliot is passed out drunk. Dare to kiss Nikki? If you dare, I'll cover the bill tonight!"
"Don't wimp out, Kendrick. Everyone knows you've been Nikki's backup boyfriend for seven years. If you don't dare to kiss her, you're not a man!"
"Hurry up! Kissing Nikki in front of Elliot won't hurt. She won't get pregnant from it! You coward!"
Through the crack in the door, I saw Elliot passed out on the sofa, deeply asleep.