The Lamb, Early Night, Jazz and OTA/MW Why don't I do this more often, was the question that circled through Jazz's head as she flashed a ten at the bartender and waited for him to produce another bottle for her.
An irritable day had turned into a frustrating night - pissy customers, complicated homework, another round of "thanks, but no thanks" text messages from Tom....
Alcohol made it all seem so much less important.
Grinning, she traded with the bartender (booze for cash) and nodded at the patron next to her as she brought her third Guinness in just over an hour to her mouth.