Chapter 9 She said...No
CONNECTICUT, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA
BELL RUSH PUB
After a few minutes of driving around, Christopher found a spot and he parked the car in the driveway. He entered the pub, his eyes scanning the area lightened by colorful lights. His intention was to have good shots of tequila several times until he gets drunk.
At least getting drunk would stop him from thinking about Jessica’s rejection and how to deal with his family and the outcome of not being able to meet his father’s condition just to claim his possession.
“A bottle of tequila.” Christopher requested when the pub attendant turned to face him.
The music booming through the speakers was a bit loud.
“A shot of tequila?” The bar man asked just to be sure of the order.
Christopher got angry by this ques
