With a shrug, he reaches for the cup once more. "Life and work are not all that terrific, honestly." Reaching the rim of the cup to his lips, he tilts his head back and down, gulping down a mouthful before smashing the cup and throwing it into the overflowing trash can in the corner next to a lamp without a shade. "Is there something you need to drink?"
I consider my alternatives. I can either take Richard up on his offer and attempt to find some kind of silence in alcohol, or I can stand here and count down the hours until Esther ends up with Ethan, since the buzz from the few sips I drank from the flask has subsided. I ask, "What do you have?"
With a smirk on his face, he signals for me to follow him and hops over the back of the couch into the kitchen. I decide to make my own way arou
