“Another?”
I nodded and Sneaky filled the shot glass. Percolate had been dead most of the afternoon so I closed up early and decided to get my drink on. The mild hangover I’d had earlier was gone, soon to be replaced by a harsher version the next morning, but I didn’t care. After I closed the coffee shop, my first impulse had been to hide upstairs in my apartment, but my friend Josh had texted me to meet him and Serge next door. I knew he would pound on my apartment door if I didn’t, so there I was, getting shitfaced two nights in a row.
“I’ve been exactly where you are, except in my case I wanted to light a bonfire using my cello as fuel.” Josh rubbed my back, then glanced over at Serge. He had been silent for most of the evening, as usual. I’d always liked him, though he could also be
