Chapter 42

“To men being absolute babies!” Paulette said as she lifted her fourth glass of wine.

“To parents who think we’re all incompetent assholes,” Lana said dryly as she raised her own.

“To TSA agents that take your two-hundred-dollar skin-care product and toss it in the fucking garbage,” Jack chimed in.

I giggled at all of their lamenting toasts as I lifted my own glass, my face flushed from the alcohol. I was finally starting to feel a little better. I didn’t want to bury myself in the ground and become a tree anymore.

“To friends who don’t let you wallow in self-pity,” I said before clinking my glass with all of theirs.

We all drank, and as Lana took her glass away from her mouth, she pointed a finger at me. “You cheated—we were toasting complaints.”

“Sorry, I’m having a hard time finding my sour mood now that Jack is here,” I said. “Also, I’m pretty wine drunk, so if you want me to sulk, you’re going to have to put some food in me.”

“Fuck, I keep forgetting to order the pizza,” Paulette