"Over here," I waved at Marv and tapped my empty glass.
He came over and as he took the glass said, "You know I'm calling you a cab, right, Mary?"
"Call me whatever you want," I cracked, "Just make me another drink."
"Never seen you drink this much, everything cool?"
"Peachy." I gave him a huge fake Molly Minx smile, and with a grin he turned to make me another Captain and Coke.
If there was one thing I could do was fake it, unless it was some kind of mom thing then I didn't seem to have to. That thought told me that although I was past buzzed and sinking into flat out drunk, I still couldn't shake the reason I'd decided to drink in the first place.
The day had started well enough. I had to work a short shift just four to eight to fill in for someone who'd called out and no shoot unt
