“Keep them coming, Henry,” I say to the bartender after drinking my fifth shot.
“No, don't give her another one,” Amber says, taking my sixth shot away from me. Amber and I are at the club, and I’ve been drinking.
“Why”? I whine like a child.
“Because that’s not what you need right now.”
“How do you know what I need?”
“I know what you need because I’m your best friend. Getting drunk isn’t going to solve your problem. Talking will.”
“I tried. He refused to tell me what's wrong.” Another week has passed, and Jason's is acting stand-offish.
“Try harder. I don't know how I let you talk me into letting you to come to the club tonight,” Amber says, shaking her head.
“I don't know, either,” I say, smiling. I pick up my phone to check why Alex isn’t here yet. I called him to meet me her
