“Evelyn, you're here. Give me a hug.

Wrapped in Sheffield's arms, Joshua was at a loss for words.

Seeing such an odd scene, Gifford, Joshua and Evelyn all were rendered speechless.

Evelyn stifled her Laughter and coughed.

“I'm glad to see that you are all here keeping him company. Perhaps, I should leave. See you guys later."

Joshua wished he could slap Sheffield-hard. But he couldn't. He was held fast by the drunken doctor, who had him in a bear hug. So he called out, "Evelyn, please don't go. Gifford and I are taking off." He winked at the man near him.

Gifford got his subtle hint and walked to the balcony where his clothes were drying.

“Yeah, Evelyn. Glad you're here. But we are just leaving."

He picked up his still-wet clothes and gathered them in his arms without folding them.

It took all his strength, but Joshua finally broke free of Sheffield's arms. He kicked the drunken man hard before he left. He murmured, "Next time you won't be so lucky. I'll settle accounts with you next time."

He walked towards the door together with Gifford, still in pajamas.

Gifford turned to Evelyn and said, "Thanks for taking care of him. Hey, if he gets in your face again, call me. I'll come right over and beat the crap out of him!"

“And me, you can call me too. I'll help you kick his ass," Joshua added. Although he could not take Sheffield in a one-on-one bout, he could try and hurt him if the doctor were distracted by another foe.

Evelyn was struck speechless. Did these two guys want to beat up

Sheffield that much? "Yeah, you should go," she nodded.

Then the two men vacated the apartment in no time.

At the gate of the community

“Any idea what to do now?" asked Joshua, as he looked at a pajama-clad

Gifford. He knew they were going to end up drinking, so Joshua had asked his driver to drop him off here and not wait around.

"I thought that would be obvious. We'll go to your place. I need to crash, and your couch is comfy. You don't mind, right?" Gifford had come by taxi.

Joshua rolled his eyes at him.

"Listen to you. If I didn't know better,

I'd think you were poor. You and Sheffield are loaded. I'm the guy short on pocket change. Why are we even friends?"

Gifford put his arm around his friend's shoulder, grinning from ear to ear, and said, "I'll sleep wherever you want. I'm easy!"

“Awesome. There's a bridge a couple blocks away. You can sleep under that."