"Hit me again." - I tapped the counter, signaling for the bartender to fill my glass again.
Yup, that was definitely a vodka time. The wolf's best friend when things go down the drain, and the only other option you are left with is sticking two forks into your ears, successfully stopping those nagging pieces of advice everyone would most likely deliver, without you even asking.
The bartender poured me one with an outie, and I knew I was sitting by his side of the bar for a reason other than that b***h with green hair glaring at me since I entered.
I smiled and handed him a rolled twenty, knowing it was way more than he was usually tipped for a single shot, but at least I could make someone's night good.
"Just let me know if you need anything else, Ma'am…" - he glanced at my ring fi
