Chapter 13
The menu’s fabulous, you should try the ices sometime. And Phiz–I share a house
with him and some others–does work there for the owners. It’s a friendly place,
y’ know? You can hang out there and meet up with people.”
“Like
me,” Riley said.
“Yeah.”
Curtis put his hand back on Riley’s knee and tried to look more casual than he
felt. Tonight was gonna be the Bourbon Taste Incident in his mind for ever
more. “Like you.”
They
were both a bit tipsy by the time they left the pub. Curtis stumbled on a
crooked paving stone and nearly fell. “’S not my fault,” he said quickly.
“Who
else’s? Mine?” Riley chuckled.
“Nah.
It’s the fresh air,” Curtis said. His voice sounded too loud.
“What?”
He
took a moment to lean against the wall. Funny how the pavement was so uneven,
he’d never noticed it before. He’d have to complain to the council. “It’s not
the alcohol that gets you drunk, y’ see. It’s coming out into the fresh air. If