Chapter 13 Pissed Off

• The club scene in London is pretty damn awesome. We didn't do it often, but a good club crawl was just what I needed. My poor psyche was on maximum over- load in a conflict of emotions, fears and guilt I needed to dance and drink and laugh, but most of all I needed to forget about all the shit. Life was too short to dwell on the dark parts, or at least that's what my therapist said. I had an appointment with Dr. Roswell tomorrow at four o'clock and a dinner date with Ethan after. Our first step in the take-it-slow agreement we'd made on the phone. He'd told me he wanted to lay the cards out on the table, and I have to admit I liked that. The truth works best for me. I really don't have anything to hide; it was more being careful about what I wanted to share. And I didn't know how much I could share with Ethan either. There was no guide map to help me.
• I had to ride the wave and hope I didn't crash into the reef and drown. "Try this. It's magnificent." Benny handed me a tall orangey-red drink in a hurricane glass. "They're calling it an Olympic Flame."
• I took a sip. "Nice." We both watched Gaby banging it out on the dance floor with some guy who would definitely not get lucky with her tonight. We'd hit three clubs so far, and my feet were starting to put up a protest. My dark purple boots looked great with my one shouldered floral dress, but three clubs in and I was ready for some fluffy socks. "My cowboy boot fetish is coming back to haunt me I think." I smirked at Benny and lifted a boot.