Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Ripley
“What the hell was that?” Thea cries, the distillery doors swinging shut behind her. “I thought you were going to back me up. ‘I… have bourbon.’” Her voice drops on the last bit in an eerily good impression of me. “What the fuck?” Her eyes are wide and questioning as she reaches the bar.
I don’t know what to say to her, how to explain without actually telling her about Seth. So instead of answering, I grab a clean glass and pour her a drink and refill my own. My hand shakes with the adrenaline in my veins. The alcohol I already drank has not helped.
She hops up on the stool Brooks vacated just a few minutes ago and takes a sip, a sad sigh leaving her lips.
“That didn’t go great. Terrible, actually.
He still doesn’t like me, and honestly, I think he might hate me now, and he’s going to hate everything I came up with for the B it’s important to me, he’d said.
My insecurities added the unspoken “unlike you” to the end of his sentence.
I’ve never been a top priority for anyone, I just thought we had built something over the years, something worth exploring.
He decidedly let me know I was alone in my thinking.
My memories are interrupted by our server coming by to take our order. I ask for a bottle of RED for the table, and Cary requests some specialty dishes for us all to share.
“It’s not every day my best friend gets married. I wouldn’t miss it,” says Seth once the server leaves, his voice even. How the fuck does he act like nothing ever happened? Was it so meaningless to him he can simply forget? Well, let me jog his memory a little bit.