Bubba: When?
Jake: Tomorrow.
Archie: Good luck.
Jake:
Bubba: She may not want to go.
Coop: And you can’t make her.
Jake: Not losing her.
Not after all this time.
Archie: Finally, you’re speaking my language.
Coop: One other thing.
Thorns.
Jake: He was a no show.
Coop: He was there.
Jake: ?????
Archie: WTF
Coop: Note on her car. He saw she was sad.
So he gave her space. He said she’d hear
From him soon.
Bubba: …
Coop: On the upside, waiting for him meant
she stuck around long enough for us to
to talk to her.
Jake: On the downside, there’s
some loser after our girl.
Archie: Key words there: our girl.
Chapter Four
Like Mother…
I'd had exactly one hangover in my life. On the one hand, I was aware my life hadn’t been that long, but on the other hand, that single hangover was a miserable experience. The guys had gotten several boxes of wine, and while Archie complained about the quality, we all gave it a shot. I'm pretty sure I drank my body weight that day.
However, the biggest thing I remembered about drinking that wine was how exceptionally crappy I’d felt the next morning. I knew, logically, hangovers were about dehydration. Knowing and experiencing, however, were two totally different things.
When I woke up the Sunday morning after the party, my head pounded, my stomach churned, my mouth tasted like ass, and I felt like crap. There was no way thesingleglass of wine and that third of a bottle of beer that I had drunk had caused me a hangover. No, if anything, I’d been stone cold sober by the time I left with Ian. I’d definitely been stone cold sober while I was talking to the guys in text messages before I went to sleep.