16
Austin
“So, you and Julia again?” Patrick asked the next week after work.
“Yep.”
“And it’s going well?”
I shrugged nonchalantly. “She screams at me in much better ways now.”
Patrick laughed. “Good for you, man. I knew no one else would ever really do it for you after Julia.”
“You never said anything.”
Patrick shrugged. I gave him a skeptical look as I poured us both shots of whiskey from the stash in my office.
“I told Julia I was going to give up alcohol. I should probably get rid of all this shit.”
“That’s…a big deal, Austin.”
“Yeah. I know.”
Patrick took the shot I’d handed to him, and we each knocked one back. I’d been feeling like absolute s**t all day. Withdrawals were a horrible, horrible f*****g thing.
“Clearly, you’re not going cold turkey,” Patrick said, setting t
