I try to hide my scowl as I instinctively reach for a tumbler. My fingers pause, flexing against the glass. I blink. What am I doing? “Way?” Will says. Frowning, I meet his concerned gaze. He nods to my hand. “You okay?” I feel Jeremy’s eyes on me. They’re both drunk, but clearly not so far gone that they haven’t picked up on the fact I’m quietly losing my shit over here.
get a grip
