I don’t know what was going through the guy’s mind but the next second, he was scrambling behind the counter to give her a martini. Hands shaking, he handed her the drink within a few seconds with a voice that sounded like it was on the verge of tears.
“He-here you are.”
“Darling, give him what he deserves.”
O’Donnell, who couldn’t be more than 23 years old, looked nervously at Jet who mumbled something under his breath and then slapped a fiver on the surface. “Thanks for all the trouble man.”
“No problem.” Two words and the guy was a goner, soon replaced by another bartender who looked rather confused as to what the problem was. No longer concerned with the young man that Lea had just terrorized from doing his job, she turned to me, giving me her full and undivided attention.
“Drinking your problems away, huh sis?”
“No. Just...thinking about stuff.”
“Don’t worry, alcoholism runs in the family so you can tell me if you are.”
I shot Lea an annoyed glare before taking another sip out of the martini. I would like to think it eased my tensions away but all it did really was provide as an intake of more fluids into my body. Which was fine, I had a big bladder. Not that that mattered.
“So Lea told me you’re getting along great with the family now.”
I shrugged. “I guess I am.”
Jet urged me to say more with his eyes but I snapped, “What?”
“See, I told you she’d be moping about Jensen not showing up,” Lea directed at Jet.
“Gee thanks guys, I’m glad to know my mood is a popular topic of discussion among you two.”
Lea stuck out her tongue at me before hopping off the stool, drink in hand. “Jet and I will come back later when you’re feeling better.” The two were about to walk off when she paused and said in a Dr. Phil voice, “Remember, drinking is just a way of avoiding your problems. Sooner or later, you’ll have to face them.”
I responded with a rather rude hand gesture as she laughed and walked off with her, yes, her date.