James switched off all the lights, slipped out of the porch door and into the nearest seat.
“What are you doing out here, Sage?”
“I can’t do it, Frac. But I couldn’t leave either. So here I am.”
“If you can’t call Anisha, then we’ll find another way.”
Drew sniffed and James saw him rubbing at his face.
“Wanna bring out a bottle of Jack? And some cigarettes?”
“That’s half your problem, Sage. The booze is getting in the way of your Amaranth-inspired transcendence.” James sat back down and looked at Drew, now that he’s eyes had adjusted. “You look like crap.”
Drew laughed through his tears and gave him a half-hearted finger.
“Well, I’m glad the effort’s paying off.”
“Did you speak with Anisha?”
Drew wiped his face dry and nodded. “Sure. I was supposed to meet her at seven. At The Mi
