Roxie and I throw our heads back as we down our shots. We're at our favorite bar. We usually come here sometime just to get wasted when one of us is going through shit. The tatted green eyed bartender already knows us and he's been giving me the green light these past months. I told him straight that I'm not interested. I've never been interested in anyone ever since Chase fucking Newton fucked my senses out and got out of my bed leaving my sex life scarred for good. 

   How can he be so perfect? And now I just discovered he's in college and 23 years old. Roxie coughs as...