The music was loud and the liquor plentiful. My mind was still a mess. I was now revealing brutal sides of myself to Lilah I hadn’t intended on showing her—at least not yet. I was pissed off at the world, but at least the world was beginning to become a little bit hazy as this girl handed me another shot. I flung it down the back of my throat. “What’s your name again?” I asked her. She was short, curvy, a brunette. All I could focus on was her red plump lips. “Veronica.” “Ah, that’s right. Veronica,” I repeated. She jabbed her long fingernail into the middle of my chest. “And you’re Nicky Cain.” I raised my eyebrows. “Baby, I’ll be anyone you want me to be tonight.” Veronica giggled. If I were sober, I may have found it annoying. Being that I was definitely not sober, I found it to be cute. “I want you to be Nicky Cain.”
