C41 CHAPTER 41

"Keep them coming, Henry," I say to the bartender after I drink my fifth shot tonight

"No, don't give her another one," Amber says, collecting my sixth shot tonight from my hand.

Amber and I are at the club

"Why" I whine like a child

"Because that is not what you need right now."

"How do you know what I need?"

"I know what you need because I am your best friend