Chapter 346: Reflections with the Captain
Breaking the plan to Gunther wasn’t going to be easy. Kellen knew it, Rhys knew it, even Hill, once she heard about it, knew it.
They all thought he was going to take it poorly. Well, Kellen didn’t, but Rhys and Hill did. Kellen saw it as a way for him to get over his trauma, while getting some space. Rhys and Hill? They worried that Gunther would think that they wanted to send him away.
It was why Rhys was doing a shot by the elevators, Kellen’s number already pulled up on the screen with Hill right beside him.
"Fuck. I shouldn’t have let Kellen twist my arm." Rhys muttered, the alcohol burning as it raced down his throat. Hill wiped her mouth, making a face.
"Was that fucking sour puss? What the hell did you just make me drink?" Hill made a disgusted sound, retching, while Rhys snorted. He chuckled, showing off the bottle he’d hidden with his sleeve.
"Gwen gave me this. Wished me good luck. She also slid me this." Rhys pulled out a broken piece of glass that was the same colour as Kellen’s eyes. Hill, surprised, stared at the little broken piece of glass before glancing at the bottle. She scoffed, yanking it out of his hand before downing half the bottle.
"It has little to no alcohol. Drink half." Hill thrust the rest of the bottle towards Rhys, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Rhys shook his head, shoving the little gift into his pocket, along with the shot glass and poured the liquor down his throat. He made a disgusted noise, the sugary sweet liquor something he hadn’t had in a long time.
"Ugh. This is...I need to teach her how to drink." Rhys muttered and Hill gave him a look.
"She does not need to be an alcoholic at a young age. She wouldn’t be able to keep up with someone who can reset themselves, plus Kellen’s a lightweight. You see how he gets after like, one cider?" Rhys could remember. He had dropped his defenses, his cheeks warming and his expression had softened.