"One is enough, Alex."
Ryan stood tapping his feet as Alex reached out to pick up another pack of beer. "We have work tomorrow."
"That's not a problem." Alex grinned, already holding another 6-pack. "I recently got a hangover soup recipe from a friend. It works wonders. Trust me."
Ryan raised a brow. If Alex hadn't added the last part, 'trust me,' he would have believed the miracle hangover soup he mentioned. he might've actually believed him. But the last time he had gone along with one of Alex's 'trust mes', they had all ended up in the hospital for food poisoning.
It had been in their second year. Alex had taken him and Peter to an all-you-can-drink buffet, telling them not to worry about how going wild would affect the classes they had the next morning, since he had the perfect hangover cure and they just had to drink it the night before falling asleep.
