“You sure you don’t want to ride home with us?” Eric asked.
He was holding up an extremely drunk Bryna, who was vacillating between giggles and rants.
When Bryna got drunk, she only had two modes—crazy and psychotic. It all depended on how happy Bryna was. Luckily, psychotic hadn’t been out in a while, but Trihn had seen her blow her fuse a few too many times not to always be a little wary of a drunk Bryna.
“Yeah. I’ll catch a ride with Maya if I have to,” Trihn reassured him.
When her friends finally cleared out of the bar, Trihn sat down on a barstool that was normally covered with people, and with jitters in her stomach, she looked up at Maya.
“I’m surprised you made it this long,” Maya said, wiping down the counter.
“I can’t believe I’m sitting here, waiting for a guy who rejecte
