Drinkin'
I
smiled. “No thanks. I really don’t drink that much.” He looked at me
and sneered a little bit. What a pansy I must have seemed to him. Maybe
not. I kept my cool and didn’t make a fuss after that incident in the
gym, hadn’t I? A sissy would have made a huge fuss and been too scared
to face him again.
“You know, I lost my temper the other day.” No, really? I couldn’t believe that he felt bad about it on my account.
“Uh, yeah. You were pretty mad.”