The Pritt-Shackleton wedding is going to be a pain in my ass, and I wish we could cancel on them.” “You were your normal pain in the arse self before that last client, and now you look like someone pissed in your Cheerios.” “Are you going to tell me what happened?” Will asked. The Fireball was burning pleasantly in his belly, but he was far too lucid still. Since they usually had to coerce him into drinking at least his first three drinks before he got into it himself, he understood the confusion. He slung an arm around August’s shoulder. “What’s up with you tonight?” Weezy asked. They were between rounds on trivia, and August had already downed two shots of Fireball in hopes of forgetting Christopher’s hesitant smile. He’d found a shockingly respectable job as a record label promoter but somehow still managed to look and act like he’d never quite made it out of secondary school. “Let the Christmas holidays commence.”Ī HALF an hour later, August was squished into a booth between Louise and a boisterously drunk Weezy, who usually smelled like a combination of weed and Bleu de Chanel. Here’s your scarf.” He tossed that at August as well. We’ll fix that.” Will tossed his coat over. Maybe it would make him forget that Christopher goddamn Burke was back in his life, however temporarily. He had to admit that the thought of getting wasted out of his head did sort of appeal. He figured he might as well try one more time. Sometimes August was surprised that Will could hold it together long enough to talk to their clients without swearing at them. “Fuck off, you twat, you’re not going home.” He decided to brush the last unreal twenty minutes from his mind. “Not really.” August realized then and there that he seriously didn’t want to get into his long and pathetic past with the Helena Preston staff, even if they were two of his closest friends in the world. I need to get my coat.” August had learned years ago that Will never actually wanted to know when he asked that. He looked up to see Will and Louise watching him gingerly from a safe distance. Christopher had finally driven him insane. He laughed when he realized it sounded like Weezy was some strange combination of Will and Louise, like one of those ship names his two teenaged cousins were always babbling about on Facebook. Then he remembered he was supposed to be going to the pub with Will, Weezy, and Louise.

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