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from Starrbodies by Cynthia A. Jensen

Copyright © 2019–2020 Cynthia A. Jensen

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

 

           We took my car to Alan’s Steakhouse. Todd drove. I felt like I was in an unsafe mood to get behind the wheel, so I had handed over my keys. We got there close to eight, but it wasn’t as packed as I thought it would’ve been. We waited five minutes and then got a table near the rear of the restaurant. The chairs were overstuffed and very comfortable. The waiter had brought us menus and asked for our drink order. Todd wanted a beer, and I got a whiskey sour, my favorite drink. It burned going down, but the taste was fantastic. We had been here a few times before, and their bartenders were very well educated in preparing drinks.

           When the food arrived, we ordered another round of drinks. My medium-well steak was cooked perfectly, Todd’s looked like it was still alive, he liked his steaks as rare as they could be. It grossed me out, always had. I took a bite of my baked potato. I usually put a ton of butter, sour cream, and chives on my potato, but tonight I ate it plain. I ordered another whiskey sour, I was starting to feel them by now, but Todd limited himself to his two beers. He was driving home, too, and didn’t want to get pulled over.

           After we ate, we were offered dessert. I politely declined, preferring to work on my drink. Todd had a piece of chocolate mousse pie. It looked good, and I’m sure Todd liked it. He offered me a bite a couple of times, but I waved him off, telling him to enjoy it. I was feeling a little tipsy, and Todd helped me out of my chair and out of the restaurant. He opened the car door and I sat in the passenger seat. He made sure I put on my seatbelt and then closed the door and came around to the driver’s side.

           “Well, that was nice,” he commented. “You should’ve tried the dessert, Man. It was delicious.”

           “Yeah, it looked good,” I said, closing my eyes and leaning back against the head rest. I was feeling good, at least for the moment, but I knew I’d be paying for the three sours I had drunk.

           “Want to watch a Blu-ray when we get home?” Todd asked. “Your choice of movie.”

           “Thanks, but no, not tonight.” I just wanted to wash up, brush my teeth, and hit the sheets. I could feel the alcohol moving through my veins and I really wanted to go to bed. We got home around 10:30 pm, and that’s exactly what I did. I thanked my brother for a nice night and went to my room. After changing into my nightgown, I lay in bed thinking about all that happened today. Tears flooded my eyes, and I fell asleep to them dripping onto my pillow.

***

           I woke up the next morning with a major headache. I went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom and took 3 aspirins and swallowed them down with a couple handfuls of tap water. I looked up in the mirror and saw that my eyes were very puffy. I looked like hell, whi...






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