“WE SHOULD PROBABLY set some ground rules before I get drunk.” Nora hiccupped and covered her mouth.
I arched a brow. “Before?”
She shrugged. “Whatever. Drunker? Is that a word? It sounds funny. Druuunkerrrrrrr. Drunk-her. Wait, if you drink more after you’re already drunk, are you drunk-him?”
I chuckled. Nora and I had found a local bar, though it wasn’t a hole-in-the-wall like she’d requested. Actually, there weren’t even any walls. About a mile down the road from where we’d stopped, there had been a painted wooden sign for a beach bar. I followed it down a bumpy dirt road until we arrived at a place that was little more than a metal awning covering a local guy with a dozen bottles of liquor. He had a bunch of old beach chairs set up on the sand and played music from what looked like
