It had been a long week. Having locked up his school things in the trunk of his car so he wouldnāt be tempted to work over the weekend too, Anthony held up both bottles--if the night went the way he wanted it to, thereād be more than two needed--and wiggled his eyebrow at the other.Ā āCome on,ā he urged.Ā āI donāt want to remember tonight. Come forget with me. Itāll be funnn. I promise.ā












