Chapter 8: Something like Nothing

I don't know why I felt a looming heaviness over my body the entirety of the time I stood by the bar, but it seemed to be getting stronger. I watched Daniel prepare my drink to give my mind something to focus on.

"I'll have whatever she's having.”

That's why.

I turned my head to the left and found him walking toward me, appearing darkly.

I didn't look away.

"Why don't you sit? Celebrate your performance."

He asked.

I thought of telling him to shove it, but I just sat, knowing it would be easier to relax without having to stand.

"Two rum and cokes. Dark." Daniel placed the glasses down in front of us and moved to the other end of the bar, tending to other customers.

I took my first sip and set it down, running circles along the rim with a red fingernail.

"You're still below the legal drinking age," he commented, his voice somewhat of a challenge.

I just smiled, knowing he could see it, and looked into the dark amber inside my glass.

"T have my ways in here."

"I know," he said. "VIP park