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"You have a very bad influence on me, dude." Parker points the whiskey glass at me.
"How is that? I'm a great influence. Beautiful, intelligent, well-mannered..." I chuckle at my own joke. A few weeks ago I would have been dead serious about that but these days my confidence is nowhere to be found.
I look at the glass in my hands and try to shake off the thoughts. Depressing talk is not why we are here.
After the fight with Judy I had decided to take Parker out and find the nearest bar so I could get drunk.
I must say, my understanding of what a bar looks like seems to be a little different from Peruvian standards but I decided to swallow my entitlement with the help of vodka.
"I had sworn myself to never drink alcohol again."
He empties his glass.
"But I kind of missed it."
"Another round? I have some cash left." I look through the coins in my wallet.
