13. 3 AM Revelations

Cammy

It's nearly 3 am, and Elijah and I are sitting on a park bench eating takeaway burgers. We have just ended our pub crawl after ingesting some of the worst ales known to man.

“I still think the last one had the worst draught; I can still taste the dish water in my mouth,” he says, nearly dry heaving but shoving a chip in his mouth.

I shake my head. “That one was still bearable; the one before that had a smell similar to honey but tasted like fermented gutter water.”

Elijah laughs loudly at this comment. “Note to self; ales should not smell like honey,” he says, placing the empty takeaway wrappers in the bin next to the park bench. Then he exhales and turns his head towards the sky. “Thank you for accompanying me this evening, wife; I had an amazing time.”

Scoffing, I smack his shoulder, and he chuckles. “Stop calling me that!” I exclaim, but he only shrugs. “Y