“It’s hard, and not really something you should do, but I made a point to learn how to handle it. I’ve managed to convince myself that when I drink, it’s no good to anyone. Just smelling a corona already makes my skin crawl, so I’ve ruined the experience completely,” He said with a chuckle. Dawson had managed to create a completely adversary attitude towards alcohol, but it wasn’t hard when that hadn’t been the worst of his problems. It reminded him of his mother, whose memories had turned more than sour which made it easy to taint what was suppose to be a bottled good time.
He looked over his shoulder at his friend who stumbled away with a laugh. This time, he didn’t let his own echo of it be silenced. His grin pierced his cheeks with enough livelihood that he could be mistaken for more than liquid confidence in his glass.
“I’m betting on some place just outside the town over by the farms. As long as I drive, they can’t argue where it is we go,” Dawson said. “But that guy? Not married, but it might be because he’s a whiner when he’s sober. He’s the worst to get him to agree except when he’s drunk where he trusts everyone’s opinion. That might be the only I’m worried about on the drive over.”
Dawson looked over to them. The intention behind every tip of their glass was innocent, and he knew to some extent, well deserved. He didn’t disapprove of their victory calls and all he wanted was to ensure that they’d have another day to be just as victorious to celebrate again.
“Just a month?” He asked. “I’ve been here about a year but I used to have a vacation house with my ex-wife. We used to come here all the time. I finally decided to settle down here again and it’s the best decision. It’s a good place. Do you agree, or are you still on the fence?”
Her own father had never been so strong when it came to battling his addiction with alcohol. It was painful to watch as he drank himself to the grave, but it gave her hope seeing that not everyone lost that battle. “You should be proud. I mean everyone you know should be proud. It takes a lot to stay off the bottle and even more to be around and not be tempted.” She had a thousand compliments lined up, but she doubted he needed any of them. Not when it was obvious that this wasn’t his first time out and probably wouldn’t be his last either.
By the looks of it, his friends were harmless and if they weren’t, Luciana had no doubt that the man would check their every move. That was the role he played for the night, wasn’t it? A role he seemed confident in playing.
“I wouldn’t even give them an option. Just take them somewhere and park. As long as there’s food, it doesn’t seem like any of them mind.” She was making a loose assumption based off of a quick moment’s worth of judgement. Decent guy and unmarried, yet she was only interested in playing into the flirting game for the tip that would follow. “Whiner? I guess it’s good to know.” Flashing the man a smirk, she shook her head and turned her attention back to the only man in the group without a beer in his hand.
Nodding, tongue rolled across pearly whites before she smiled. “Just a month. Seems like forever at this point.” All because she’d been too much of a coward to reach out to the father of her child sooner and the anticipation had been driving her insane. Now, all she had to do was step up and be a decent mother and maybe she’d get to stick around and battle some of the guilt that had consumed her for two solid years now.
“I think I’m still on the fence. Not that it’s bad, but I’m trying to find my footing on where I belong. I spent most of my life in the same place and New York, it’s,” she paused, shaking her head as she struggled for the word she was looking for. “It’s different. In a good way, but between us, I’m dreading the cold weather.”
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