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“You ready for that drink?”
I huff out a laugh from my nostrils as I think about all that just happened, all that’s happened for the last fewmonths, really—shaking my head.
You can’t fight love.
I push away from the wall. “Yeah. I really am.”
?“You know, thealcohol was supposed to make the mopingbetter,” Parker grumbles from beside me at the bar.
I down the rest of my glass, rolling my eyes. “This was your idea.”
“Because I thought that intoxicating you would make you more pleasant to be around.”
“Wow,” I snort. “You’re a real pal.”
“Someone has to make you take care of yourself,” he grouses.
I drop my head to the polished wood of the bar, pressing my cheek against it as I sigh. The slight spinning in my headdoesmake the ache in my chest less noticeable, admittedly, but it doesn’t get rid of it completely.
“I just don’t get it,” I mumble.
Parker leans down toward my pitiful form. “You’re going to have to speak up. I can’t hear you over this shitty music.”
“Hey.” I peer up at him with narrowed eyes. “We don’t slander Miley Cyrus in this house.”
“Is that who it is?” He looks at the speakers with a grimace. “I liked her better on the wrecking ball.”
“I’m sorry that not everyone can be Taylor Swift.”
“Um, she was artist of the yearandartist of the decade,” Parker says defensively. “No onecan be Tay.”
“Tay,” I snort.
“Now what did you say?”
“I said I don’tgetit,” I half shout.
“Get what?”
“He asked me on a date,” I groan. “Arealdate. Why did he do that if he was just going to dump me?”
“Can we call it dumping when it was contractual?” I glare at him, and he raises his hands in apology. “Okay, okay. He dumped you. He’s a bastard.”
“He’s not a bastard,” I whine.
“I’m getting mixed signals about how I am supposed to support you here.”
I blow out a breath. “I just... I hadjustdecided to try letting somebody in, you know? I had this huge talk with Gran and there was some crying and shit, and I was feeling like the whole universe was aligning or something and thenbam.” I slam my hand on the bar for emphasis. “Dumped.”
“Well, clearly, Noah has a broken brain. Obviously that’s why he did what he did.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I answer pitifully.
“Tell me how to cheer you up,” Parker urges, sounding concerned. “I actually hate seeing you like this, honestly. It’s like watching a puppy cry or something.”
“I wish I knew.” I sigh.
“Want to hear about some questionable internet usage from your fellow Denver General staff?”
