"Fuck off." David grumbled as he took another sip of wine. He didn't need to be reminded of that huge mistake. Again. Once in that evening had been enough to last a lifetime anyway. He was sure he was going to have nerve damage or something. That kid had some crazy strong grip. To be honest, some part of him realized that drinking wine was probably not going to be the most helpful on his path to recuperation. What he probably needed was a raw steak on his eye and some ice on his face and neck.
"Fucking virgins." He muttered. Why hadn't he listened to Evan?