RICHARD

The word I used wasn't just rare, it had been intentional. I hadn't wanted her to know that I was wasted when I sent that text. In an attempt to confuse her the more, I listed other barely used thesaurus of drunk.

"Bung fu, adrip, bombed, flooey, corned, razzled, they all fucking mean the same thing, so do you get the idea now?"

I hadn't expected her to get the idea through those words, but Sofia has been nothing short of surprising since I met her.

"So you're telling me that you sent such a text by 11pm because you were drunk? How typical" she surmised.

Rolling my chair to its normal position, I regrettably agreed,

"As much as I hate to acknowledge it, but that pretty much sums it"

"Hmmm,"she mused, cupping her jaw like someone in deep thoughts, "be that as it may, people are usually more truthful when intoxicated, so yeah, it's either you tell me the truth or we can keep this shit going"

"Bitch" I muttered under my breath.