“I’ll go in back and get the pot and make some
coffee for both of us.”
He tilts his head slightly, giving me a dubious
look.
“What?” I ask. “You have this look like you’ve
got a jackhammer in your head. I almost feel sorry
for you.”
“Thanks,” he says, looking at me suspiciously.
“Sit down, I’ll make the coffee and try to round
up those two aspirins I saw somewhere. They
should be in the emergency kit in the employee
bathroom.”
He nods and takes a seat at the bar, letting his
head fall as I go back to find that coffee pot.
The last thing I need this morning is dealing
with a nasty, hungover Patrick.
Patrick
“Did he dump you?” I ask, while Erin’s back is
turned to me as she makes the coffee.
Last night I really exaggerated. I do it often, but
last night … I don’t know, maybe I needed to blow
off steam after my mom’s phone call. I just wanted
to forget about my problems for one night. And I
did.
I drank with that little blonde that spent the
whole night shooting me elusive glances to which
I promptly responded by biting the piercing in my
lip. I’ve come to understand it drives the ladies
crazy, and rightly so because they can’t even
imagine with that little piece of metal can do in
