Eighteen
There was a strange atmosphere in the pub, but Destiny chose to dismiss her initial feelings of trepidation. She ordered another Guinness and began to see Chester as a rather fascinating sort. He certainly talked on and on about himself, as though he expected Destiny would be thrilled to listen. Since this was only the second time she had met him, she hadn’t gathered her opinions about him. The evening passed quickly and it was obvious the pair was getting tanked. After a few more rounds of Guinnesses, they went arm in arm to a corner table to continue the small talk that didn’t seem to interest either of them. When the pub was closing, Destiny accepted Chester’s offer to drive her home. She knew she’d drunk well over her personal limit, and felt she should not drive. Chester, on
