For a second, I turn my bar stool away from my friends.
This has been my seventh glass of rum, juice, and ice.
I look up at the wall clock that seems to be a bit more red than usual.
I didn’t care for the time, I already knew I wasn’t sleeping tonight – for some odd reason, alcohol has this effect on me….
I only turned around to hide the emotion on my face. For a moment, I happened to drop my shield and I didn’t want anyone to see it. What someone said really got to me…
Let me start from the beginning…
Tired of waiting...
