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“Sure thing, Boss Thanks for the happy hour”

Steph grabs her purse, and I double-check that she’s actually texted for an Uber before I let her go, and I check the table Megan’s drink isme smile

She was playacting for her friend I can appreciate that

Alone, I take et a glass of water to wash down the alcohol and donut I’ve inhaled I don’t feel too tipsy, but the carbs and sugar probably help with that

The tab is higher than I expect, and the bartender grins when he sees my drink “Those are twenty-five bucks apiece,” he inforlass

“Well, shit They enjoyed theh, so it’s whatever”

The bartender shrugs, setting down the slip for et a water with lime too?”

“On the house,” he says, as if that dulls the cut from the drinks But the citrus sharpness does at least helpseventy-five bucks for three ridiculous drinks

I take another long drink of the refreshing water, staring at the television above the bar, but ultimately, I flip-flop back to the pink monstrosity

If I paid twenty-five bucks for it, I’ down on a stool, I focus on the drink, sucking hard enough to threatento throw in the towel

At souy comes up and tries to flirt I think his nalasses, and a red power tie Boooring I’ to put hi on about this and that He’s saying so about bulls in the market, which makes zero sense because their horns would knock stuff off the shelves, when I realize the donutme and I suddenly feel really, super tipsy

“Hey, bar dude!” I half call, half slur, lifting hter now, so I’ to spill it “Whafuck you put in these things, anyway?”

He laughs and says, “It’s sangria, plus a bunch of shots, hence the price It ht as well be trashcan punch because it’s a quick and easy drunk Grown-up version of sorority girl shit”