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It took almost a minute before I turned back to look at him. For a second, I thought it was only my imagination. Sober Austin hates me so why'd drunk Austin ask me to stay?

Just let him know he's drunk. "Look, Austin. You're drunk, go to bed, if you keep drinking like this you'd have a huge hangout by morning." I said. He ignored me and took another bottle of alcohol from a table and opened it