Ambriel and Davian: Come Together
"Why does it make me so angry?" Davian's eyebrows shot up, his voice incredulous. "Why do you fucking think? You're the one who went on and on about the dangers of drugs. You don't remember? After Alex was hospitalized and almost died? Fucking, you gave me this giant ass lecture about it and made me promise, Promise," he emphasized with a finger jabbing into Ambriel's chest, "not to do drugs anymore."
Davian crossed his arms then and stepped back, glaring at the cup. "Alcohol, that is a drug. And here you are, again, with the thing you told me was so dangerous that I couldn't do anymore. You don't think that makes me a little bit pissed off?"