Ashley
While Alyssa's off somewhere giving her men the verbal beatdown they've had coming, I slide up to the bar and ask Nina for a Marionberry Mule.
I've been trying to chill on the day drinking—especially after that wild night with Daisha—but my nerves are shot. It's not a great look, showing up to every crisis with a cocktail in hand. Still, the quiet's too damn loud, and I need something to take the edge off.
Gray still isn't back. No text. No call. No clue what the hell he's doing.
And I still don't know if I'm actually supposed to be moving into his place today... or if that "pack a bag" text was just his smooth-ass way of telling me I'm getting dicked down all weekend.
Either way, it's killing me—not hearing from him, not seeing him. Feels like I'm stuck halfway between waiting
