Fucking Sleeping Pills
Cocktails, chemistry, and chaos. Sometimes, for some guys, the universe has impeccable timing, for better or worse.
David raised his hand to get the server’s attention. “Excuse me, miss. Two more, please,” he said, waving his empty rocks glass in his other hand. “Seriously, David?” David took off his sunglasses and squinted at Mark. “What?” “It’s 91 degrees, and we’re sitting by a pool. Is expensive bourbon really the best choice right now?” David shrugged. “Ever since Krissy passed away two years ago, you’ve been pushing and pushing f...