Lachlan got to Jake’s club earlier than he should have. All pointers in his head were to get far away from Sarah at that moment because the words she seemed out of her mouth were so absurd they shook him. How could someone be so deranged? Or was she bipolar? He sat at their usual booth and ordered a bottle of Irish whiskey and was almost pouring himself a glass when we sighted Jake.
“Not you planning to drink without me, Lachlan.” Jake tutted
“Man, I have to take this before I completely lose my mind,” Lachlan replied, shaking his head. He downed the whiskey in a gulp.
“I would’ve asked if you are okay but seeing you like this, I’m sure something has rattled you up. How about I bring more. Maybe dirty martini or tequila shots? It’s been long since we last took shots, so shots!”
“Sure.
