"UMM…Why did you invite Vinnie?"
"That's what you're mad about?"
He was incredulous, his reddish eyes wide open.
Adda nodded, relieved she had been able to shift the theme of the uncomfortable conversation.
"She's my friend. And I thought you two could just… act normal, you know?"
His reply was a tad slow, especially the last words, and Adda suspected It was the alcohol on display.
"But how? You broke up and… Weren't you with another girl? You told me-"
"I'm with Sevika."
He laughed, retaking from his mahogany desk a glass with some liquor remaining.
"My mom doesn't like her name 'cause It sounds russian or something but that girl is…Sorry, the question?"
"I think you've had enough to drink."
"Alright mister policeman, geez."
As he said this, he bent, almost touching the floor, and swayed down his bed the empty glass.
"Does she know you're with Sevika?"
"Vinnie? Yeah. She's fine. Well, she's hurt but what can I do?"
"But didn't you love her?"
