“We’re out of tonic right now. Gin and seven, ok?” Vlad said, and my stomach pitched and rolled with the sound of the drink. “Just a bottle of water please,” I replied, smiling when he cussed. “This is a bar. I can’t do my stereotypical bartender moves if you only order water.” He winked, joking with me as he tried to lighten the mood. “Do I need to throw up everywhere? Because right now the only thing I can stomach is water,” I countered and watched his face turn to a mask of disgust. “So rather you didn't. Water it is.”
