EIGHT
Was she imagining it, or did Jay look a little less crazy today? Xan eyed him from the other side of the pub, wondering whether she should approach him or just leave him to his drinking. He'd fall off his bar stool soon enough without any help from her.
She squinted at the drink in front of him and was surprised to see that he had a beer and not his usual bourbon bottle. Maybe he really was starting to get over Phuong. If he wasn't drunk yet, then she should risk speaking to him now instead of later.
Weaving between tables and potted palms, Xan made her way through the jungle to the bar. Magic Marcel was on duty tonight and, true to his name, he produced her favourite drink as if he'd read her thoughts and conjured it into being. The iced ginger beer slid down her throat, leavin
