“C’mon, we’re almost there.” I struggled to hold on to Griffin’s shoulders. He’d gone from sober to drunk in a blink of an eye, it seemed, and now we were halfway up the steps to the third floor. Since I was only a smidgen more coherent than he was, I’d volunteered to see him to his door safely after promising Blaise I’d return, a promise I was unlikely to keep.
“Oops!” Griffin laughed as his ass hit the polished wooden stairs, and seconds later I was seated next to him. We leaned into each other, and it struck me how long it had been since I’d had a good friend, the kind you could do all sorts of f****d up s**t with and know they’d keep your secrets.
“Do you remember Beth? s**t, what was her last name? Hofheimer?” I asked. Griffin’s mouth dropped open.
“Wertsheimer?” He slurred, then I
