“I told you so.”
"Told me what?" I groan, because in my mind I can already anticipate Carrie’s answer and how the conversation will follow, the gin already making my head feel heavier than it is.
"That this will happen." She makes a classic ‘duh’ face.
I don't bother lifting my forehead from the table. It feels surprisingly comfortable now that I am ready to rest this huge boulder on it. The boulder being my head. Yeah, I may or may not be tipsy or a little past that point. I had to stop myself from drunk texting Adam a few times already. In all fairness, the only reason I have succeeded in not embarrassing myself further is because I can’t seem to locate the little device.
Damn.This s**t is strong for something coming out of a pink bottle smelling of strawberries.
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