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“Could have gone to the Irish Rose Tavern for that.”
“Too many people.”
“Well, sweetheart, you won’t get much privacy here either. It’s New Year’s Eve and you know we party tonight.”
“I plan on being drunk by then,” I snarked, looking at my brother and snapping my fingers. “Wake the fuck up, Eugene, and get me something to drink.”
“Bad day or you don’t want to remember anything?”
“Let’s start with a bad day and go from there.”
Watching my brother mix me a drink, I tried to forget the last twenty-four hours because if I thought about it, I would rush my ass back down the mountain and drive my beautiful car right into the emergency room of the Rosewood Hospital.
“Wanna talk about it?” King asked, looking at me.
“No.”
“You gonna need bail money?”
“No. Maybe. I haven’t decided yet,” I muttered as my brother placed some pink frilly looking drink towards me, grinning from ear to ear. Narrowing my eyes, I glared. “If this is some kind of fucking joke, Eugene, I will neuter you in your sleep.”
My brother gasped, placing his hand over his heart, wide-eyed. “I would never, Sis. Just try it.”
Sensing his deception, I picked up the drink and took a whiff.
It smelled okay.
Taking a tentative sip, I damn near choked to death as the burn slowly set my chest on fire.
My brother chuckled. “See, I told you. I know what my sis likes.”
“What the fuck did you put in this?”
“The kitchen sink,” he replied, snapping his fingers. “That’s what I’ll call it. The Kitchen Sink.”
Ignoring the fucker as he turned to write the new drink up on the chalkboard behind the bar, I picked up the concoction and guzzled the damn thing like it was water.
Placing my empty glass back on the bar, Eugene froze, staring at me. “I’ll take another.”
“What the hell, Claudia!” Eugene yelled. “That had three different rums in it, plus a shot of Hell’s Breath!”
“Whatever. Give me another.”
“Claudia, pace yourself,” King cautioned.
“Why?” I snarked. “You said you were partying tonight. I’m just starting early.”
“Starting early with what?” Bailey asked, walking over, taking a seat next to me. “Hi, Claudia. You here for the party?”
Lifting my fresh drink, I saluted. “I’m starting early.”
“Man, I wish I could drink tonight.”
“Don’t worry, Cupcake, I’ll drink enough for the both of us.”
“I hate you,” the feisty woman muttered as Scribe’s sisters walked in from the kitchen arguing amongst themselves.
“I’m telling you, Freyja. The cards don’t lie.”
