CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE: A FEW TOO MANY

“I remember only asking for one,” I said out loud, eyes staring down into an empty glass that was once filled to the rim with red wine. “How many have I had now?” My eyes felt a little heavy. I knew that I felt tipsy, but I was also extremely tired. Those two things mixed together never was a good thing. Not for me anyway. I sat at the bar, my body hunched over the counter, eyes on the female bartender who seemed to be amused by the events unfolding in front of her. I had now joined the majority of the group, drinking too much and allowing the alcohol to control me. The petite woman was pouring out some partially full glasses that were left behind from customers.

“Six.” Wow, she was really keeping count for me.

“Yeah…” I started, closing my eyes in thought. “That’s practically a whole bottle.”

“It is a whole bottle,” She corrected with a chuckle.

“I don’t normally drink… this much wine.” I shook my head. “I don’t know why, but wine gets to me faster. And it leaves me with hangover