After Serge drove off, I cleaned up our mugs and was about to go upstairs to my place when I realized I was so damn frustrated that there was no way I’d be able to sleep. Instead, I walked through the side entrance to Sneaky’s and sat my ass on a barstool.
“Howdy handsome!” I heard Sneaky’s voice behind me, then felt her arm drape over my shoulder. “What are you doing here on a Sunday night? Don’t you have work in the morning?”
“I don’t have rehearsal until one, and considering the day I’ve had, I thought a strong shot of something might help me sleep. Are you working?” I asked. She had her backpack in hand, so I figured she might be done for the night.
“Nope, I just finished up my work and was about to head home.” She held out her arm. “If you twist this, I might stay for a drink.” I s
