The club where they usually hang out—Tee and his friends definitely spent their time there. Tee's reputation as a good student only applied on campus, not in this world of his.
"Hey Tee," he said casually, picking up a glass of wine set out on the table. "You rarely bring the two of us here. Looks like you're in a good mood, huh?"
Tee gave a slight smile, looking at Pete who was teasing him, just as Niran shook his head—because Tee usually hardly ever drank; he'd only accompany the two of them without taking a single sip of any drink.
The loud buzz in the club didn't make Tee uncomfortable, as he was usually the most active one—always talking a lot.
The club belonged to their senior, Phi Ring. He'd always invited them to gather there back when they were juniors.
A few minutes later, the last person anyone expected to be out of it was Tee. He'd drunk far too much, leaving Pete and Niran exhausted as they half-carried him back to his room.
Niran pressed the doorbell while slinging Tee over his shoulder. Tee was muttering incoherently, making Pete laugh. The door swung open, and there stood Tee's roommate.
"Hey Arthid, take this guy! He's gone crazy!" Niran said, pushing Tee toward Arthid, who was leaning against the doorway.
Tee's body nearly hit the floor—probably would have hurt—but Niran and Pete exchanged glances, then hurried off, leaving Tee asleep and muttering on the tiles.
"Ugh~ Thid… don't be like that…" Tee mumbled as he lay on the ceramic floor.
Arthid scoffed in annoyance, about to leave Tee alone, but he warned, "Are you sleeping on the floor or the bed? I'm locking the room!"
Tee pushed himself up from the floor and stumbled toward the bedroom. His body crashed onto the soft mattress in front of him, and Arthid let him do as he pleased.
How is Tee's life like when he has to share a room with Arthid, whose attitude is indifferent and doesn't care about his surroundings?