"Hey, handsome. Don't you get bored coming here to drink every Friday?" Mia sat down across from me and asked immediately. I'm at my regular spot, where I used to come every day, but now I only come on Fridays and Saturdays because of work responsibilities, so I can only get drunk two days a week. But that doesn't mean I don't drink on other days. I drink every night before bed; if I'm not drunk, I can't sleep.
"Not bored. Aren't you bored having to sit here babysitting me?" I shook my head in response and asked Mia instead, as she regularly sits and watches over me like this.
"Yes, bored. Very bored," Mia said, wrinkling her nose at me.
"Why don't you head home first?" I told Mia and downed my drink.
"How can I leave you alone? If I do, you'll get drunk and start picking fights with o
