The next day I woke up to loud noises from the living area, I was having an immense headache. I put on my pants while trying to get to the bathroom and wash my face.

Oh, mother fucking hell... that bartender can surely pick the finest whiskey.

Damn...

I was sure that I heard my grandmother's voice outside. I quickly put on my t-shirt and went out into the living room. And there she was with my half-dressed Megan, shouting at her, while she was quietly stirring two cups of coffee. She was barefoot and only wearing her oversize sweater.

God I so fucking love her badass attitude.

"Gary baby,...