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“My sister was looking for me,” she said, digging through her bag.
“Don’t put any liquor in that iced tea,” I warned her.
“Okay, okay.”
“Actually, hand over all the liquor in your bag.”
“How do you know I have liquor in my bag?” She lifted an eyebrow at me but I wouldn’t budge. I held my hand out and she placed several mini bottles of different kinds of whiskey in my palm, then she pulled out a fifth of Jack Daniels that was nearly gone and swirled it around with a sigh.
“Now, Lucy.”
“Okay, okay. I was saying goodbye. It’s only for a week, right?”
“Only a week, drunky.” She handed over the big bottle then took a long sip of her tea.
“It’s not the same without liquor. This tea tastes like depression.”
“Stop being a whiny little baby.”
“I’m not, I’m just saying if I die from withdrawals I hope you know it’s on your head.”
“Yeah, yeah. Shut up and eat.”
Without liquor taking up ninety percent of her stomach contents, Lucy put away her entire plate of food.
My stomach sank when we pulled up at work. I knew I’d see her later on but it wouldn’t be Chase and Lucy. Not Weirdo and Crazy. It would just be Lucy and Hush working. It would be me grunting out one-word answers and her moving around me like I wasn’t there.
“Bye, Chase.” She said standing beside her dirty, yellow bug.
“Bye, Lucy.” She hugged me and I held her tight. We stood like that for a while until I broke the embrace. I didn’t want to but if I didn’t, we’d stay there forever like that.
“Wait, I don’t have your number,” she squeaked. It was an excuse to stand there longer. We exchanged numbers and Lucy stared at me afterward.
“Bye crazy,” I laughed.
“Weirdo.” She shoved me and got in her car. I didn’t realize I was starving for friendship until Lucy blew into my life.
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