Embarrassing myself in front of my best friend’s stepbrother
Aimee widens her eyes when I tell the bartender, “Another gin and tonic, please.”
“Um, Raven, I don’t mean to sound judgmental, but isn’t that, like, your fourth gin and tonic?” my friend asks.
“I think it’s my third,” I say.
“It’s your fifth,” Sam, the bartender, says gruffly.