I had finally done laundry, so I wore a pair of jeans that I’d had since I was eighteen. Hate me, if you want to, but I couldn’t gain weight to save my life, or anyone else’s. The long-sleeved T-shirt I wore had the logo of my alma mater, and it was faded, but comfortable. If Marc or any of my co-workers were expecting me to be trendy, they would be disappointed.
When I entered the club, the music was still loud, like last time, but it was marginally less obnoxious. I recognized Marc and some of the staff on the other side of the bar and went in that direction.
“Llew! Glad you could make it.” His grin lit up that corner of the room, and oh yeah, I was toast.
“Hey, Marc.” I greeted the others and ordered a beer.
“On me,” Marc cut in, and I thanked him.
When I got the bottle, I leaned a
