I instinctively flinched as Clara slammed her glass down onto the kitchen counter causing whatever foul concoction she was drinking to slosh over the surface. Tendrils of garish, pink liquid inched languidly towards the edge and began to drip onto the floor. She didn’t seem to notice. “Are you even listening to me Owen?”
No. “Yeah! Of course.” I yelled over the loud music and hastily took a sip of my beer. I was still on my first one. I’m not a big drinker. At least, not anymore. Admitte