Page 27 of Drunk Girl


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I turn off the hoses that are in the yellow mop bucket, filling it with fresh cleaning water.

“She did,” I state the obvious, pulling the bucket on wheels out of the water dump station.

“You like her.”

“Don’t know her.” I grab the mop from where it’s placed in a clip, and drop it into the bucket.

“You lie so fucking bad,” Saint chuckles but thankfully, he doesn’t continue to push that particular angle. “I’m almost done back here. You getting work done or do we need to switch?”

I know he’s just being an ass, so I give him my middle finger. “I just need to do the floors and then I’m done up front. We’ll get out on time.”

He taps the door jam with both open hands and turns back into the office, and I roll the mop bucket to the front of house. Sophia’s attention is up on the one television that is still on but at this hour, it’s switched to infomercials.

“Have they convinced you you need one yet?” I ask, rolling the bucket past her and toward the middle of the room.

“Doesn’t everyone need a puppy pad for the bed?”

I glance to the screen and see a man holding up a large towel-like thing, and in large yellow letters, it says “absorbs liquid without ruining your mattress.”

“That’s not for puppies, Sophia,” I chuckle, squeezing the excess water from the mop head before walking toward the dart boards.

“I’m aware.”

Something tells me she’s blushing, so I check over my shoulder.

Even from across the room, I can see the pink in her cheeks.

“Yeah, so, anyway,” Sophia says with a short cough. “Am I walking you home tonight?”

“Would you get in my car with me if I told you I drove?”

“I would.”

“Ah, so we’re not strangers anymore?” I grin, moving the mop back and forth over the floor.

“You’re a step up from a stranger.”

“Only one step?” I rinse the mop and dip it in the water again, cleaning the next section of floor.

“Maybe two.”

I could get used to this banter with her.

“I walked today. Thought it would be safer.”

Sophia’s laugh is light. “Funny. Emina and I had the exact opposite thought. We drove this afternoon and then again tonight because we thought there’d be more assholes on the road.”

“Well then, it’s a good thing you thought to walk me home. Keep me safe,” I joke and thankfully, she laughs again.

CHAPTERNINE

Sophia

“Here.”Jake stands beside me and offers me his hand.

I take it, while grinning and saying, “I can walk on a wet floor just fine, Jake.” Absently, I reach for my water glass.

“Better safe than sorry.”

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