So far, things have gone exceptionally well. Typical of Finch to start the waterworks early. “I’m just going to say it…do you need a hug?” He outstretches his arms, while I throw a coaster at his head.
“Stop with the hugging and the pity party. I’m fine. A-f*****g-okay.” Both my friends can go to hell when they sip their drinks, not at all convinced by my below par acting. “Let’s par-tay! Scotch. And two beers, thanks.” The bartender looks at my haggard appearance and nods. We’ve all been there.
I can sense what’s coming even before Dixon opens his mouth. “How you been?”
“Fabulous. Now stop talking and let’s get drunk already.”
I know he wants me to talk about it because all he’s managed to get out of me have been a few apathetic grunts and many f**k offs. But what do I say? I don’t ev
