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“I did? But I just love h-her. I never told her that. It was a secret,” I whisper, raising my finger to my lips. It’s a really big secret.

“Have some water. No woman is going to take you back in this state,” Mr Bartender-spoil-my-fun says.

“She doesn’t want me. I’m back on the market.” I tilt my head back and shout, “Where my single ladies at?”

“You tried that. Then said you didn’t want a different one,” Donny mutters into his drink. How come he still gets to drink the good stuff?

My body shudders as I remember the attempt. She was pretty, too. However, as soon as she slid her hand on my thigh, I bolted to the toilet to hurl my guts. My stomach clenches again at the reminder, and I squint. I’m sure the toilets weren’t that far last time. Why does it keep moving?

“You’re right, Damy. None of them are her,” I whine, dropping my head to his shoulder.

“Danny.”

“You’re always right. You’re gonna have to be with me all the time. Make all my decisions for me. That way, I can’t make the wrong ones.” I hiccup.

“Comeon, you wiggly worm. Stop ya movin’,” I whisper. I’m being real quiet. Except the stupid door won’t let me in. This is my house. The door should know who I am.

It swings open, recognising me at last. I didn’t know it was magic, the little, secretive door.

“Good girl,” I say, tapping her gently before straightening.

“What are you doing, Maxi?”

I scream, all high pitched and girly. I whirl to the side, clutching my chest, and face two of Bry. Stumbling back into the wall, I ask, “Whoooa, you’re twinsies?”

“Jesus, Maxi. How much did you drink? Come on, you need to hydrate, eat, and sleep.”

One of the Brys pulls me in, shutting my magical door behind us. He pushes me onto a stool, and the world moves around me.

“Oh, I don’ like this ride, spins too fast. I want off, Bry.”

He scoffs, chuckling at my expense. “This is all your own doing, Maxi. Did you even eat anything today?”

I squint, thinking hard. “Oh, a beer…that’s got humps in it.”

“Hops. And that doesn’t count. I’ll make you a sandwich.” Bry sighs. It’s so loud and…disappointed.

“You’re the bestest,” I say, then drop my head down onto the counter. I close my eyes for a second. My head’s so heavy.

“No,” I tell the annoying thing poking my face, batting it away.

“Maxi, come on. Wake up, eat your sandwich, then crash out.”

“Mmm, I like samwiches.” Peeling my eyes open, I raise my head off the counter. Feels heavier than a head, though. Did someone replace it with a giant’s one? Oh. Maybe I’ve got Nate’s head.

“Where’s Nate with my head?”

“Asleep. Eat,” Bry says, pushing the plate towards me. It has cheese.

I grab it and take the biggest bite possible. I fucking die. It’s so good. “I love your samwiches,” I groan.

“Good. What happened tonight, Maxi? We’re here trying to figure things out about Rosy, and you’re out getting wasted?”

My spine stiffens, and anger curls through my muscles. “Don’t mention her name.”

“But—”

“No.” I don’t want to hear it. “She flew me away like I was nothin’, just a forgotten samwich. It hurt, Bry. Every time I think ‘bout her or hear her name, it hurts.”