Chapter 13

Terry went to the bar and asked for the strongest drink they had available. The bartender gave an understanding nod, and once he had finished serving the people who had been there first, he whipped up a Long Island Iced Tea with two wedges of lime and lemon garnishing the rim. Terry sat back down next to Paul and bitterly nursed the drink through its straw.

“Good thing you don’t have class tomorrow,” Paul remarked, sipping his own sparkling cider. “I’m gonna text Olivia and let her know to keep the volume down in the morning until your hangover subsides.”

“Thanks,” Terry muttered around the straw. He was well aware that self-destructive drinking wasn’t going to solve his problems. The good news was that this was one damn fine Long Island Iced Tea. He wasn’t going to order a second one, but the blend hit him hard where he needed it, and soon the twisting sensation in his chest relaxed to a manageable mild nausea.