Chapter 29

Sophie is touchy, moody, and on the defensive already. I know if I wander over and sit, that Tasha will follow me and get close; it’s what she did a few days ago when she came by to talk and I know I really cannot handle this shit. That will go down like a ton of bricks, and to be honest, I’ve pissed her off enough this weekend already, and I’m getting a hangover before I even down the booze. I make a plan of maneuver to dodge the awkward touchy-feely situation and follow it, hopping the back of the couch when I come back, so I land beside Sophs, a bit ungracefully, far from Tasha, so she has no choice but to sit away from me. Problem solved on getting handsy and cuddly while Sophie is here anyway.

I have no actual fucks about how to handle this situation. I deposit glasses on the table and concentrate on filling them, rather than all the eyes on me right now. The moaning on-screen starts and I realize that Sophie never changed the channel. Glancing up to the opening scene and