Two - Nick

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"Jay, please put the bottle down," I plea worriedly.

"I will not be doing that," Jay slurs.

I gently pry the bottle of liquor from Gatsby's hand and set it on the table. Jay frowns at me. He's on the verge of tears. Drunk tears or genuine tears I'm not sure. But either way it breaks my heart.

I take his shaky hands in mine. "I just want the best for you. I don't know why you resorted to drinking. You don't have to tell me. I just want you to stop before it becomes even more of a problem for you."

"I'll be fine, old sport."

"No, Jay, you won't be. Alcohol addiction is a serious concern. It can lead to health issues."

"I know that, but I'm not addicted. I can stop anytime I want to," Gatsby insists.

"Then stop now. For me," I beg.

"Alright. I'll stop."

"Do you promise?"

"I do, old sport," Gastby promises.

"Thank you. Thank you so much, Jay."

"Anything for you, Nick."

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