Before I could respond, Craig leaned into the camera with his usual innocent facade. "Come on, man, we were just messing around. Sacha and I are best friends, nothing more. If anything was going to happen between us, it would've happened a long time ago. You’re not that insecure, right?"
"Don't worry, I didn’t misunderstand," I replied calmly, a strange serenity washing over me. "Have fun." With that, I ended the call.
Barely thirty minutes later, Sacha barged through the door, followed by her usual entourage—Craig included. She never brought her friends over, but tonight was different. Tonight, they had come to put on a show.
A petite, doll-faced girl named Mabel Byrd stepped forward first. Her voice was sugary, but her eyes darted nervously. “Errol, I’m so sorry. It was my fault. I was the one who suggested the bet. The loser had to feed the winner a drink, and it wasn’t just Sacha. We all fed Craig, you know, just for fun.”
I smiled politely and replied, “No need to explain. Everyone drinks to have a good time.”