"Maybe... Because I feel obligated to after you insisted I don't pay. Rude by the way. Tommie is going to flip when I come home without spending anything." I say, debating on getting a second drink just so I can pay.

"He would. He won't explain why." I say defensively. "But I guess I HAVE to follow the suggestion of someone who gave me a free drink. A very good rink by the way." I address this to the bartender. Maze, was it?

I never said that out loud. But I ignore it. "I should get going. Tommie will be mad if I am late. I might come back tomorrow though." I say.

Yes I will, I smile back. "See you tomorrow." I only walk into about three people trying to leave the bar. And it was on purpose. Okay, maybe a little on purpose. I was the one who drank after all. But I may should keep my composition outside of the bar. It's only about a 30-minute walk back to my apartment, but I take it slowly as I can. Why did Lucifer have to criticize my boyfriend? Why do you have to be right?

"I am home." I yelled at soon as I unlocked the door. Seems like Thomas is in the bed room. I instead head to the tiny kitchen and wash my face. I had a wonderful encounter with a pigeon on the way here.

"Darling Zoey... Will you go to the other room?" Tommie says in his 'I am guilty' voice. But I obligate. Not like I go very far. I can here bustling, but I don't look. And I swear I could hear a feminine voice.