“Come on Jon, you can stay for one drink, can’t you?” Emile begged.
He had been trying to get Jon to relax since they arrived at PAX East, and now it was the last night, he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
“You know I don’t drink-“ Jon began.
“I know but you’re going to just sneak off back to your hotel room and hide!” Emile interrupted. “It’s our last night here! Look, if you stay, and have a drink with me – it’s on me.”
“Okay, okay.” Jon said, giving in. “But I’m only staying for one.”
“Sure thing, buddy.” Emile grinned.
Jon eyed him uncertainly. He’d been careful not to let his guard down, quietly returning to his hotel room at the end of each day whilst Tim and Emile went out, probably to the bar. It was difficult enough to stop his thoughts from drifting to Emile when he was sober but his drunk self wouldn’t keep his secret for one m