Crayvin
"Fine," I grumble. "What are we playing?"
"Truth or shot," Drew states, placing shot glasses in front of all of us and pouring whiskey into each one. "I'll start. Patricia, what made you move to Phoenix?"
Patricia flinches at the question. "Well, uh," she begins. She looks at me for a brief second and fiddles around with the tumbler glass in her hand, in need of another refill of wine. "Well, I moved out here with my ex, but we broke up."
"What happened?" Drew asks. I glare at him as if to telepathically tell him to drop the subject since it's clearly making her uncomfortable.
Patricia clears her throat. "He went back to his baby mama," she simply states. She looks up from her empty wine glass and looks at everyone.
I hop off of my stool and walk around the bar to pour her an
