It had been a long week. Having locked up his school things in the trunk of his car so he wouldn’t be tempted to work over the weekend too, Anthony held up both bottles--if the night went the way he wanted it to, there’d be more than two needed--and wiggled his eyebrow at the other. “Come on,” he urged. “I don’t want to remember tonight. Come forget with me. It’ll be funnn. I promise.”








