RIDE OR CRY
"You know, when I said I wanted adventure, this isn't what I meant," Maya muttered, ducking behind the counter as a bottle flew past her head and shattered against the wall in an explosion of glass and amber liquid. "I meant like, maybe a road trip. Maybe a new hobby. Maybe trying a cuisine I've never had before. Maybe taking up knitting. Not dodging glass in a bar fight while wearing an apron that smells like cheap beer and regret."
Jesse was beside her, crouched low, looking entirely too entertained by the chaos. His eyes were bright with amusement, his grin wide. "Welcome to Nowhere. Population: forty-seven. Bar fights: nightly. It's basically a tradition at this point. It's like a sport, but with more broken glass and less rules."
"This is nightly?"
"Pretty much. Keeps
