Beau sighed, his breath trembling. Somehow the warm touch of Nate's hand on his neck made the tight muscles of his shoulders relax more than the beer had. In the alcohol's defence, it had quietened the chaos of his head, even though it wasn't the nicest of thoughts that had been left behind.
"'S not fair to anyone else," he agreed sadly against their joined hands. "I hurt people. I'm such a dick." Beau had cheated more than once as he sought out satisfaction that women couldn't provide. His parents hadn't made a secret of wanting him to find a nice girl and settle down but Beau knew that if he did settle down - if he did give in to the feelings that he compartmentalised - it wouldn't be with a woman.
Beau let go of Nate's hand, reaching for the table. Before he could second-guess his decision, he used his thumb to pop the top off the vial and swallowed the Sober-Up in one. He grimaced, swallowing back a moment later as he felt something churn. The potion didn't seem to mix well with the energy drinks and that was not a belch. Grateful for the open-plan downstairs of his barn, Beau made it to the kitchen sink in time. As advertised, he was sobering up quickly, but he wasn't enjoying it in the slightest.