She went out to have an O’Dooles at the Redwood Tavern last night. In an attempt to make this okay, normal, alright. Jorjian spent most of her time sipping the luke-warm fizz, wondering why she couldn’t have just one sip of Georgia’s bourbon and sweet-tea. Maurice saw Terrell, and Lewis saw Adam and she saw Alexander with an Asian tart that wasn’t his wife, and Jen stayed at home, angry that her fake ID said she was thirty-four and Puerto Rican. She wasn’t in the mood to get kicked out of the Redwood.