He was mad at Cassie, and she could find her own way, to everything, as far as he was concerned. Right now, the best option was to drink until he passed out, until the blackness overcame him. Which was why he accepted the umpteenth shot put in his hand willingly, downing it as if it were water. If he could get there before the sun came up, it would be a perfect world. What he didn’t expect was to catch a flash of redhead out of the corner of his eye. Half choking on the fiery tequila, he spilt the other half down his shirt. “Chuck, you lightweight,” Kevin laughed at him. “Next you’ll be sipping wine and knitting mittens.” “Shut it, Kevin,” Chuck handed him back the shot glass, pushing people aside to make his way through the crowd. Cassie had enjoyed the movie and even managed to forget how many calories were in the handful of popcorn she had nibbled on, taken just to bump into Dave’s hand.
