Toxic

Sarah

I let Josh guide me over to the open bar, my mind still reeling from the heated confrontation with Matthew. The bartender, a handsome guy with a friendly smile, asks what we'd like.

"Two vodka cranberries, please," I say. "And make them doubles."

Josh raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything.

A strong drink is exactly what I need right now.

As the bartender mixes our cocktails, Josh turns to me, concern etched on his face. "Seriously though, Sarah. What's going on with you and Matthew? The tension between you two is thicker than the humidity tonight."

I sigh, not really wanting to get into the sordid details. "It's complicated," I say vaguely, accepting my drink from the bartender with a grateful nod.

Josh isn't deterred. "Complicated how? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like my best friend is in a pretty toxic situation."