Chapter 14Friday nights were Open Mic at the bar, and Asher had convinced me to join him for a while and check out the performers. At least, that was his official story; not that he wanted to keep an eye on me after my episode in the car. I didn’t mind even if it was. I’d hovered, too, at his father’s house earlier.
The place was more or less empty this early in the evening, but he assured me it would get crowded soon enough. Until the masses invaded, we chatted over a drink. Asher offered me a beer, but I declined.
“You don’t drink?”
“Not really. Alcohol and depression don’t mix.”
“Makes sense.” He poured me a tall glass of juice and put it in front of me. “I don’t drink either.”
“Why?”
“I figured Pops drank enough for the both of us.”
That also made sense. “But he’s not drinking n
