Going Hard: Boys of Fall
“Hollie hoisted her glass. “We are gathered here today. To get through this thing called life.”
“Wrong song, Hol,” Sadie called from the opposite end of the bar.
She looked down at her glass with the purple swirling alcohol in it—a Purple Rain, to be exact. It might have been her third one.
Maybe.
They went down a little too smooth. Tasted like Kool-Aid really. She’d seen the drink on her last perusal through Pinterest. She twisted the glass through the little puddle of condensation that had formed. She was drowning her sorrows, dammit. Who cared if she’d sung the wrong lyrics?
Her first foray into handcuffs and it had been a real cop.
How the hell had that happened?
The metal had bit into her wrists and hadn’t been nearly as fun as she’d fantasized about. Then again, that was the story of her life. Reality sucked, fantasy was way better.
Write Review:
User Reviews: