“What?”
“Do you know what’s in that?” Rowan asks.
I round the square table and sit in the booth, joining Addie, who’s attention is fixed on me. “I wouldn’t order it if I didn’t know what it was.”
“Are you trying to die tonight?” Beau asks.
“Oh, my god. Fine, I’ll get it myself.” Grabbing the edge of the table, I pull out from the booth and pass everyone to go to the bar.
The last time I had this cocktail was when I turned twenty-five. I’m sure I won’t wake up feeling great, but I’ve been busy and stressed with classes and Honey Cakes. I need something to take the edge off.
And that something is a drink made with three types of rum and citrus juice. It’ll be the one heavy drink I’ll have tonight, and then I’ll switch to something lighter, maybe even stick with water.
Pushing through the crowd of people hovering all over the bar, I reach the counter and grab the bartender’s attentionwithin seconds. He shows off his million-dollar smile that I’m sure brings in the tips.
“What can I get ya?” He rests his hands on the edge of the bar.
I place my arms on the counter. “Zombie cocktail.”
The guy looks me up and down, probably trying to figure out how much I weigh, and nods once. “You got it.”
A guy standing next to me turns to face me, grinning from ear to ear. “What’s your name?”
I’m in no mood for this, but I’ll play along.
“Rebecca.”
“Nice to meet you, Rebecca. I’m Sean.”
Of course, his name is Sean. His pupils are dilated, almost covering his brown colored eyes. He looks like the type of guy who peaked in high school as the football quarterback. His brown hair is clipped short on the sides and full on the top. Then I notice he’s wearing these ugly black loafers with a giant ‘LV’ in gold on top.
“Nice to meet you, Sean.”
“So, are you here with anyone?” His hand brushes against my arm.
I swear my body recoils, and I scoot down, almost pushing into the person next to me. “Uh, yeah, I’m here with a group of friends.”
“Maybe I can join you later for another drink.”
“Zombie cocktail,” the bartender says, placing it on a square napkin before going to the next customer.
“Shit,” Sean says. “Do you know how strong that is?”
When I take a sip to get a taste, my eyes squeeze shut, and my soul leaves my body for the night.
Good luck on this journey,it says to me.
“Yep, I do.”
“Excuse me, I need to get through here.” August pushes between us, and Sean gives him awhat the fucklook.
“I was talking to her,” Sean yells over the music.
August looks forward at the glass bottles on the shelves, squinting through his glasses. “No, you weren’t.”
I take another small sip through my straw as my gaze bounces between the two of them.
“Okay, well, can you move somewhere else?” Sean asks.
