Brandy
Nate unpacked what he brought while I laid out the sleeping bag and propped the pillows against the wall so we had a comfortable place to sit.
Once I plopped down, I looked over at what he had brought. He'd snuck some snack foods that wouldn't spoil, some water bottles, soda and, of course, a bottle of whiskey. Yep. I was definitely going to drown my sorrows tonight. I didn't wait, I reached for the alcohol, opened it and took a deep swig straight from it. Nate chuckled. "I don't blame you one bit, blackberry. I'm surprised you haven't drowned your sorrows before now," he noted.
I shrugged, trying not to make a face as the harsh whiskey burned going down. "There was a time when I did do that, but I quickly understood that the remedy I was looking for couldn't be found at the bott
