Ben
I should probably stop drinking Harry’s scotch as I am well on my way to getting foxed, and Waverly has been giving me concerned looks. Instead, I asked the new bloke if he wanted some. I figured I was supposed to talk to him since I was the only other adult male in the house and felt like it was expected of me.
“What are you drinking?” he asks as we go up to Harry’s living room mini-bar.
I really do worry if Melody drinks without Nancy’s knowledge, since Harry has an extensive collection of fine liquor outside of his treasure trove of scotch, and they’re out on full display in a cherry oak shelf behind Harry’s mini-bar.
I had the feeling that she only drinks scotch when I’m around because that was one of the things that Harry and I had in common: we both enjoyed good scotch. That
