Henry
The mood in the bar is understandably sober, and it"s not even the fault of the basketball team this time. I head to the bar and flag down the guy behind it to order myself a beer, noticing Grace sitting on her own in the corner and looking a lot worse for wear.
"A rum and coke too, please," I say without even thinking about it.
Or the fact that I know what she drinks.
The bartender returns in a couple of minutes with my drinks. I pay and grab them to head over to the other pixie in the corner.
She looks up, surprise flitting over her face as she sees me, but it"s replaced by a small smile. That"s good, it seems she"s not too mad about seeing me.
"I brought you a drink," I say, putting it down in front of her.
"What did you do to it?" she asks.
I chuckle. "Nothing. The truce
