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I glance over and spot Grace. She’s the bearer of bad news today, but she’s been a good friend over the time I’ve known her.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
“No. Want to drink with me?”
She chuckles and nods.
I wave the bartender over. “Add whatever she wants to my tab.”
He raises his brows at Grace, and she says, “Paloma.”
My brows dip as the bartender nods and walks away. “What’s a paloma?”
“Tequila, lime juice, and grapefruit soda. What’s that?” she asks, nodding to my glass.
I hand it over for her to try, and she makes a face. I can’t help but chuckle.
“Why are you down here drinking tequila by your lonesome?” she asks.
“Trying to numb the ridiculousness,” I admit.
She scrunches up her nose. “I’m sorry I came. I’m sorry I interrupted your party.”
“It’s nice sitting here with you, despite the news you brought.”
“I’m glad you said that,” she says, bumping into my shoulder with hers. “Because I was thinking about heading back home.”
“May as well stay a night or two,” I suggest. “Hell, stay for the wedding if you want. Are you hungry?”
She nods. “I haven’t eaten since early this morning.”
“There’s a happy hour menu,” I say, nodding toward the little stand with our options.
“I’m down for anything.”
The bartender comes back with her drink, and I order a few appetizers for us to split. He walks away, and I glance over at Grace as I let out a long sigh.
She holds up her glass, and I hold mine up, too.
“What should we toast to?” I ask.
“To new beginnings,” she suggests.
I touch my glass to hers, and we each drink. She makes a face of approval at her first sip.
We each drink quietly for a few beats before I break the silence with a question. “So, what do I do?”
“About what?” She takes another sip of her drink, and it’s going down quickly. So is my tequila.
“About your sister. About…all of it.”
“Oh. Uh, I had an idea, but it’s sort of out there.” She chugs a little more of her paloma, and I get the sense she’s gearing up with liquid courage for whatever it is she came here to say to me.
“What is it?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at her.
“You get revenge,” she says.
“I’m not really the revenge-seeking type,” I admit. I take another sip, and curiosity gets me. “But what are you thinking?”
