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She gives her drink order to Jessie and turns back to me. “You want to tell me what happened?”
“Jonas is an ass.”
“Did he cheat on you?” She gasps.
I shake my head.
“Did he lie?”
I shake my head.
“Okay, baby girl, you’re going to have to give me more to go on here.”
I go into the whole story about our fight and how he told me I need to get some closure and find a way to move on.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
“How angry will you be if I played Devil’s Advocate?” She asks.
“Depends.”
“On?”
I look down at my drink. “On how much of this I can finish while you talk.”
She laughs. “Okay, well then, drink up. I know you don’t want to hear this, but maybe he’s right. Andi, I’ve been through some rough shit with men, and if I never learned to move past it, I would never date again. I’d never have the opportunity to be happy. He just wants you guys to be able to move on and be happy together.”
Part of me knows that she’s right, but I’m far too ornery to admit that. I’m not quite ready to stop being mad at him.
My method of dealing with things has always been avoidance. Swallow it down and forget it exists until it slowly eats away at me.
Is it healthy?
No.
Do I know any other way?
Also, no.
I look at Tracy, who is looking back at me with uncertainty in her eyes. I’m sure she thinks I’m about to go off on her. But I’m going to do no such thing.
“Thank you for the advice. And I know you’re probably right. But that’s something for Tomorrow Andi to worry about. Tonight Andi is going to get drunk and try to have a good time.”
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A couple of hours later, I’ve lost track of how many drinks I’ve had. I can’t even taste the alcohol in them anymore, which seems to make me suck them down even faster. At this point, I can barely put a coherent thought together, but Tracy only had a couple of drinks and is making sure I’m drinking some water in between each of the strong ones.
Someone walks up to our table, and it takes me a moment to figure out who it is. I crane my neck to look up and see that it’s Nicole.
“Hi, Andi,” she says with a smile. “Good to see you.”
“Hey, Nicole!” I say a little louder than I mean to. “What are you doing here? Tracy, have you met Nicole?”
They both nod. Nicole says, “Oh yeah, Tracy and I go way back. And I’m here to pick up my check. I sometimes work here on weekends for some extra cash.”
“What’s in the container?” I ask, eyeing the small plastic tub in her hands.
She looks at it. “Oh, I bake.”
