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asked because Brady was so attractive. That niceness could have definitely been a front. I’d seen stranger things from guys. I definitely wasn’t as naïve as I’d once been. Sometimes being this jaded sucked.
    His face when I’d opened that fucking door, though. He’d been almost shy, apologetic. Then the way he’d looked me over. He was definitely interested. But once again, Ellie had gotten there first and she seemed determined this time in a way I’d not seen her before.
    “Fuck it!” I yelled into my empty apartment. I threw on some clothes and grabbed my car keys. What I needed was a fucking drink.
    When I got to the Lucky Star and posted up at the bar, I downed three vodka and Red Bulls before my friend , co-worker and bartender for the night, Tarsha, approached me. “You don’t look so hot, babe.”
    I looked at her bleary eyed, alcohol making me amendable to this discussion. Tarsha and I had done many a drunk night together since she’d come on staff two years earlier . She was one of the few I’d bemoaned life’s cruelties to and she knew about Brady—the whole story.
    “Brady’s back.”
    “Naw!” she said in her loud, excited voice. “You better get that boy.”
    I looked to her sadly. “Ellie saw him before me and moved in.”
    “Aw, damn. So he’s still in the closet or what?”
    “Well, I met his kid and she told me h e’s bi but it doesn’t matter ‘cause Ellie got him first, again.”
    “Okay, maybe I shouldn’t give you this next drink ‘cause you’re all babbling and not making any sense.” I wasn’t sure exactly what part I’d stuttered on but thanks to the booze I just got annoyed. “Don’t look at me like that. Take this last drink and I’mma come back for this story after I get these other drinks made.” She passed me my drink, which I downed quickly. Too quickly.
    So I spilled my guts (not physically, thank goodness) as soon as Tarsha came back over. She made all the necessary noises in all the right places then asked the simplest question: “Have you told either of them how you feel about it?”
    I looked at her like she was ridiculous. She stood back. “Damn, boy. You gotta stop giving me those looks. I’m trying to help. And it’s the only solution.”
    “How do you figure?”
    “Well, if you tell them then maybe, if nothing else, they’ll be respectful enough of your feelings to not see each other. It’d only be fair.”
    “My sister is fair about a lot of things, but no one has ever talked her out of a man she has her hat set at.”
    Tarsha laughed. “I heard that. Remember when she was going after that gym teacher at her school? He still won’t come in here for a drink, even when they have their big teacher parties.”
    Ugh. Who could forget that shining example of why co-workers should never bump uglies. “Don’t remind me.” I grumbled.
    “Oh, shit.” Tarsha said. “Incoming.” She’d barely gotten the last word out when I heard my sister’s excited squeal. Shit.
    “Oh my gah!” My sister wrapped me in a hug from behind.
    “I’ll just grab you another drink,” Tarsha said with a sympathetic grimace.
    “Ry, I’m so glad you’re here!” I turned, knowing I wouldn’t be. I was right. She was with fucking Brady. I sighed and put on my fakest smile, though part of it was genuine when I saw how uncomfortable Brady was.
    “What’s up?” I asked, faking cordiality.
    “Well, I told Brady here we just had to go to lunch and this was close enough to the house that I could go change.”
    “So y’all didn’t come together?” I asked. I don’t know why that mattered.
    “Well, we’re having a drink together silly.”
    “As friends. Old friends. And no, she wanted to change so we met up here.” Brady said. I wasn’t sure why that mattered either.
    “Of course,” Ellie gave a salute. “Just friends.” She turned to me and winked. Oh yeah, she was gonna go for it and poor Brady may as well not try to resist.
    “Mind if we sit