Chapter 19: Hammered

He finds her already hammered at the bar.

“Sean!” Her eyes are glassy but bright, her smile staggering. She’s hugging him before he can piece together why she’s even bothering to talk to him— considering their last run in, and the fact that he’s been purposely ignoring her, trying desperately to purge her from his mind and failing spectacularly at doing so.

“Uh…” he carefully wraps her in a hug, avoiding touching anything gland-related. “Hey, Beth.”

“Hi!” She giggles as she tilts her head up on his chest to look at him. “I’m drunk.”

“I can see that.”

“Did you just get here?” She steps back and takes his hands, and he really doesn’t have a choice but to follow her to the two empty bar stools in front of them.

“No,” he tells her, signaling to the bartender for his check. “I was just coming to get my check.”