Chapter 2

• “Geez, now would you like to tell me why you chose tonight to trash yourself!” Not food asks.
• “I thought you were a physic, you should already know.” And then I huff. “I figured why not. I’m always 'Miss do this. Do that'. Why not be. 'Don’t give a shit bitch' for once! Which reminds me—“ I start digging through my purse. “Where’s my phone.” I grumble as I stick my head in my bag. “It’s not here.”
• “You should be recording this, June.”
• Ignoring her I find my water bottle and take a good chug of it. Winching at the burn that goes down my throat. Shit. I thought this was water. I look at it and remember I brought something extra to drink. Gin! So I take another chug.
• “Is that more alcohol E?” Not food says. She pulls it from me and sniffs. “I knew letting you go out was a bad idea.” She says as she chunks the bottle in the trash.
• “Hey that was some good alcohol right there.”
• “Exactly. You don’t need anymore!” Brunette Boobie says. Then Not food looks over my shoulder at something.
• “Shit.” She mutters. So I turn to join them in on what we’re watching. And I see two people, couple walking down towards us.
• “Yeah that’s not interesting at all Not food. I’d rather watch something else.” She snorts out a laugh.
• “Yeah she’s gone if she hasn’t realized it.” Brunette Boobie says.
• “She just called me Not food.” Not food says and Brunnete Boobie holds back a laugh.
• “E, what’s my name?”
• “Brunette Boobie.” I say as I squint to I look at her. And the more I squint the more she looks like Rachael. “But you look like my best friend Rachael.” She barks out a loud unconventional laugh. One would say maybe more of a snort.
• “Dam E. Your done!” She says. “I am Rachael you drunk idiot.”
• “You lied to me. Your not a physic!” I say back and turn to Not Food. “And you. Did you lie about being a Physic too?”
• She laughs more. “Yeah since my names June.”
• “That’s such a pretty name. That’s my other brestfriend name!” But she only shakes her head. “Do you know her?”
• “I am her, you buffoon.”
• “A buffoon by definition is a clown and I. Am not. A clown.”
• “Shit. Shhhh E.” Not my June says and Not my Rachael says.
• I turn to get a closer look and I see the couple has gotten significantly closer until the man turns and I want to hide.
• My eyes go wide when I see the very familiar grey eyes glaring down at me.
• “Elli?” Logan says.
• Tall. Handsome. Built. Salt and pepper hair. And very very uninterested in me. The reason I went out drinking. My very unavailable Boss who seems to have a date tonight.
• Beautiful. Tall. Thin. Everything I am not.
• “Hi, Mr. Richard's.” Not my Rachael says.
• “Hi Rachael, hi June.” Logan says.
• “How do you know them?” I ask. And he looks at me concerned.
• “Are you, are you drunk Elli?”
• “She had a bit too many.” Not my June says. “Out on a date tonight Mr. Richard's.”
• He clears his throat looking a bit nervous. “We were. I just about to drive her home.”
• And fuck her brains out I’m sure.
• The thought makes me shiver. “Well we won’t wanna get in your way. We’re just waiting on our ride.” Not my Rachael says.
• “Of course.” Logan says. His eyes finally landing on me. Taking me in. There’s a look he’s giving me which I can’t determine. Or decipher. But that doesn’t matter.
• Mr. Richard's. 38. Emotionally Unavailable. New sexual partners weekly. But may be settling down. My boss. And my Dads best friend. The man I have relentlessly tried to get over. Mostly because the man couldn’t make it more clear by the woman he parades around that I am very much not his type. And the fact that he’s obviously never going to date his best friend’s kid.
• “Goodnight.” He says as he ushers the lady off towards his car somewhere.
• Both of My Rachael and June turn to look at me. “I don’t think I’m drunk anymore.” I push myself up. “I need another drink.” I mutter as I walk back to the bar.