Juliette sighed again. “You’re getting soft Jones,” she muttered under her breath. The truth, one she would never admit, was that she’d always been a bit soft. Like most people she wasn’t a fan of pain, even if it was someone else’s. And she did know what he was describing quite well. There were nights she couldn’t go home alone. Even if she was always gone by dawn. Obviously that wasn’t her suggestion for tonight. But drinking your problems away wasn’t the solution either. Juliette knew that too. Really the only thing she didn’t know was how to fix it. “Okay but you have to at least stop drinking,” she said, “At least for your liver’s sake.”
“I’m Grainger, Bradley Grainger, not Jones” His head was starting to hurt with the confusion going on his mind, but he knew it was all the alcohol’s fault and that the fog on his brain would disappear once he fell asleep, only to come back as a real pain the morning after. “And if I stop, then what?” He asked really hoping she would give him some answers, answers to questions he hadn’t asked yet. “You need to drink with me, and we can talk, and not think about things” He said as he had finally reached a conclusion of what he should do for the rest of the night. “Talk to me, about anything” He continued. “Please” He added, more begging than asking, since he really wanted his mind to be distracted.









