"Doesn't mean you should," Eli shrugged.

"Tell Blake that," I muttered. "What are you even doing here, Eli? You've got broken ribs, and you look like shit."

"You're one to talk," Eli scoffed. "They don't even hurt."

"You're mental," I said and rolled my eyes.

"Thanks," Eli said dryly as Tom approached us with a handful of drinks.

"For you, m'lady," he said dramatically and I laughed.

"Thanks Tom," I said and took the drink from him.

"I also got shots," Tom grinned and passed one to Eli and then to me. "Bottoms up!"

I looked at the foul substance and shrugged, lifting it to my lips and downing it....