Chapter 62

As we staggered down Pitt Street towards the back entrance of the hotel, Josh brought me up short with a grab of my waist.

“What’s up?” I slurred.

He jerked his head across the street to the Hungry Jack’s, and to the big Open All Nightsign in the window.

“Ooooooh, you want to?” Suddenly I was ravenous. He just nodded, grinning.

“Good night, everyone!” I managed to call out as he dragged me across the street. We stumbled up to the counter and ordered like we were getting take-out for a frat house. Burgers, fries, onion rings—we were suddenly starving, and everything on the menu sounded delicious! The sullen teenager behind the counter shoved our burgers into paper bags and sent us on our way with a peeved expression. Two minutes later, we were tip-toeing through the lobby being drunk-quiet (i.e. loud), laughing and shushing each other as we waited for the elevators.

“You wanna come up to my room?” he asked.

Does a picket fence? Does Niagara fall?

That is to say, “Um, sure.”