Page 22 of The Worst Guy

What the fuck had happened here tonight? And what the fuck happened now?

Chapter7

Sara

Alex:My sister-in-law and I are going out for pedicures tonight. Want to come along?

Alex:I know you don't love the huge group outing thing but it's just me and Andy this time. I'm sure you remember her. I brought you to her holiday party. We also went to the farmers market with her in the summer. She's your vibe, you like her.

Alex:I just checked the board and I'm not seeing you scheduled for any ORs…

Alex:Okay, well, I'm just going to assume you're at yoga or out somewhere, or something. If you see this later and decide you want to meet up, shoot me a text. We're probably going to stop at a new spot Andy's been telling me about in the Seaport for some drinks and nibbles after.

Alex:Oh, shit, I forgot this is the day you have your meetings with Stremmel for the conflict stuff. That's why you're not on the board and not responding to texts. Sorry! My bad.

Alex:If you need to decompress from that, here's the address of the restaurant. Just so you know, it's not super busy here. Not loud at all. And we ordered the entire appetizer menu, so there's food for 8 regular people or 2-3 hungry girls.

Alex:Just give me some sign of life, okay? Or proof you and Stremmel haven't been arrested. Either one.

Sara:Sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm alive and not under arrest.

Alex:Phew. I was getting ready to call Hartshorn for bail money.

Sara:Why Hartshorn?

Alex:Why not? He can afford it.

Sara:You're probably right.

Alex:I know I'm right. Now that you're alive, do you want to join us? I would love a dramatic reenactment of today's events.

Sara:I don't know if today's events are fit for a drinks-and-apps discussion.

Alex:There's nothing you can't say over drinks and apps. I swear it.

Sara:While that may be true…

Alex:You're right. It's not cool. You're also a million times more mature than me so congratulations on that.

Sara:Not sure about that, my friend.

Alex:Believe me, you are the mature, sophisticated one here. I'm the one who crammed half a room-temp barbecue ranch pizza into her mouth before surgery at 5 a.m., is going to dry shampoo herself bald sooner or later, and wants to cackle with you over the stupid punishment you're enduring with Stremmel.

Sara:Well…I have a few questionable decisions of my own.

Alex:Name one.

Sara:Sebastian Stremmel.

Alex:I snorted. I actually snorted.

Sara:I bet.

Alex:There's liquor in my nose. Thanks.

Sara:Enjoy your drinks and apps. Say hi to Andy for me. I have to put myself back together now.

Alex:You're funny. You know that? You're really fucking funny, Shap.