He pulled out a black bottle and threw it at me. I caught it and read all caps letters “REDUCE” a supplement of some sort.
“Drink two pills now and let’s head on to that rooftop!” I hesitated again.
“Look bro, you drink that and poof, you won’t be red when drinking. That’s my magic pill. Why do you think I party every other night?” he exclaimed, clearly peeved at this point.
That was a revelation! It didn’t occur to me that there was a cure for this. I didn’t even think twice about searching for facts about my condition.
And to think there was a cure! It just sounded too good to be true, to be honest, but this ONE stranger presented me so much hope out of the blue that I didn’t realize I was desperate enough to get this fixed so much.
If it worked for him, it might work for me too, so what’s the harm?
I quickly jumped from the sofa and took two pills. Then we head out.