Sleet Sugar by S.J. Tilly

CHAPTER TWELVE

IZZY

Me: I’m requesting an emergency meeting tonight. I need to get drunk.

Meghan: Well smack my ass and call me Skippy. I’m down.

Katelyn: Me too!

Steph: FuckBalls, I can’t. Stupid work function tonight. I don’t need to learn how to fucking bond with my coworkers. I see these twatwaffles every day.

Meghan: Boo! Coworkers suck!

Katelyn: Meg, you don’t even have any coworkers. You run your own business.

Meghan: Boo! Katelyn sucks!

Me: Meet me at The Booze Hooch at 7. And plan on getting rides home. We won’t be in driving condition.

Meghan: Oh, shit. This is serious. Everything okay?

Katelyn: Jackson can give us all rides home once we are sufficiently Monday Drunk.

Steph: I’m going to go all Milton on this joint and burn it to the ground. I can’t believe I’m missing a Monday Drunk! That’s my favorite type of drunk.

Meghan: Girl, if we are aiming for that level of inebriation, we might still be there when you’re done with your work bullshit.

Katelyn: Truth.

Steph: Okay, I’ll check in with you guys later.

Meghan: If we don’t respond, assume we are still drinking.

Steph: Can I get a hint as to what this is about? Since I’m going to miss the big ball drop?

Me: It’s about Zach.

Me: I saw him today.

Me: At the office.

Me: BECAUSE HE’S THE NEWEST PLAYER FOR THE SLEET!