"Want some more or do you want to go less frou-frou?" he asked sarcastically"I'll take some more. Best not to mix alcohols," I said standing up to hit...the restroom. "Whoa I can feel the effects already." I wobbled as my head spun a bit. I steadied and walked up the stairs to the bathroom. He followed with the empty pitcher. When I came out of the bathroom he was in the kitchen pouring the tequila into the pitcher. He poured what must have been at least 10 shots worth. There were 3 open Red Bull. There is a smell of something familiar, something primitive, and something wild. There are noises coming from adjoining rooms. They scare and entice her at the same time. Did she just hear someone scream? Or was it a sigh? A man's hand brushes her ass and it makes her flinch. Her partner holds her hand tighter and whispers to her to let him know if she doesn't want any of these people to touch her. Another man approaches, he is young and he obviously knows her companion. They shake hands. He. I had no idea. I thought it was just about cooking stuff. You should have seen it, Dad. It was amazing how much has to be done to run that kitchen." David's enthusiasm was evident."Well, I hope I didn't discourage you," John said."No ... it was exciting. I think this is what I want to do, once I learn how," the boy said, turning to his father.Martin smiled and stuck out his hand to John. "Thank you. I appreciate what you've done," he smiled, with a hint of relief in his voice.-0-It was. Or even with the cheer outfit still mostly still on.Yeah, none of this was helping my condition.“Earth to Jake?”‘Wha?”“Do you want half of my cinnamon roll?”“Uh, sure. You don’t want it all?”“Nah,” Jen waved at it dismissively. “It’s good, just not sure it goes with chili.”“Are you kidding me?” I laughed. “It’s God’s perfect food combination.”I couldn’t really qualify why that was true. I’d just been eating it most of my life. Both were fine separately. They were fine together. There was no.