Killian
"I'm going to be a father."
I dodged out of the way the moment Brad's drink broke out of his mouth in a spray that stained the wooden bar and the tender who quickly came down with a rag like he had expected nothing less.
"What the f**k!" My blonde-haired friend exclaimed, wiping away the moisture with the back of his hand as he doubled over to release a burst of deep boisterous laughter that made curious heads turn our way, and maybe if I wasn't in such a horrid state of dilemma, I would have found it comical enough to laugh too, but I was.
Apparently, rock bottom had a basement and I was currently living in it.
I picked up my translucent glass, frustration nibbling on the edges of my nerves as I gulped down a mouthful.
Frankly, there was a part of me that wasn't happy abou
