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Alcohol—the cure to all my problems.

And, speaking of alcohol…I have some serious drinking time to make up for, considering I’ve never really drank.

You know, with trying to be a responsible adult and a parent to the kid under my care.

You know, the kid who hates me.

He hates me.

A pain pierces my heart.

No more pain!

More alcohol needed ASAP!

I down the last of my—what am I drinking? Honestly, I have no clue. But it tastes good. Well, actually, it tastes like shite. But it makes me feel better.

I let out a giggle.

The bartender glances at me.

Ah, the bartender. The bringer of goodness.

He’s cute, too.

A bit too clean-looking for my liking but still cute.

Not that I’m interested in men.

Men are bastards.

Wanker bastards.

Every single one of them.

Well, all the men I’ve known, which isn’t many. But whatever.

Smiling, I push my empty glass toward the cute bartender. “I’ll have another of whatever that was.”

That actually comes out like, “I’ll s’have ’nother of whatsever tat twas.”

But it’s all good. I’m drunk, and drunk is awesome!

Cute Bartender leans his forearms on the bar. His shirtsleeves are rolled up. He has nice arms.

Not as nice as Kas’s arms though. Kas’s arms are all strong-looking and muscly. And his skin is so lovely. Lickable. I would totally lick Kas’s arms.

And other parts of him.

Um, hold the effing phone. Why am I thinking about Kas in a sexual way?

He’s another wanker-bastard man. The biggest of wanker-bastard men.

And I don’t like him. At all.

“You sure another drink is a good idea?” Cute Bartender asks me.

I rest my elbows on the bar and place my chin on my fists. It slips off.