“I don’t remember the last time I felt this shitty. Probably the time I went to my first frat party in college and had way too many tequila shots. I still can’t smell the liquor without having a reaction.” “Damn. That’s what I was going to give you when you finished your next glass of water.” “Sorry to burst your bubble. You’re going to have to stick with vodka.” “Oof,” I say. “That’s my downfall. Guess we’re moving on to bourbon. A good compromise.”
