“Sam, get over here.” “I’m going to the bathroom.” He shook his head. His eyes darkened, and he held the cup higher in the air. “You can piss later. Let’s drink first.” I glanced at Mason, and saw that he was fed up. He moved to stand in front of me, saying, “Okay, that’s enough. What the fuck is up your ass?” “Nothing.” Mason reached for the cup, but Logan moved it out of the way. He extended it to me again. “Sam, come on. Team player here.”
