The numbness and slow brain function were a godsend. I was tired of thinking. Tired of feeling. “Hey, baby.” A blond frat boy with a goatee and popped collar placed his hand on the bar, caging me in. “Why don’t I buy you another and you can tell me if the carpet matches the drapes.” I rolled my eyes. Like I hadn’t heard that before. “Run along.” I waved my hand, dismissing him. I didn’t need a lot of words to convey a message. Something I had picked up from Adam. Adam… I placed my now-empty glass on the bar, pushed past the prick, and walked out front where Megan had said she’d be. As soon as I walked into the chilly Chicago night, the fall breeze blew over me, pricking my skin. Thank God the alcohol was warming me from the inside out. “Hey, Brian will be here to meet us in a few minutes,” Megan said as she looked down the street. “I think I’m going to go home.”
