"I wouldn't ask you to fake being nice. You're shit at it," she replied softly, picking up the whiskey bottle to refill her glass. "Look, I'm...not fine. But better than I was. At least now I don't feel the need to be high all the time."
She'd been sober for nearly two weeks, but maybe she should stop by Zach's tonight and share what she had gotten in America. It was always so much more amusing to get high with him.