"That's it." I turned around just as Matt reached me. I had to take a deep breath so I wouldn't try to kill him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You drugged James, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I did. He was being such a downer all day. We all get it, he misses his fiancée. Whatever. It's his bachelor party, he's supposed to be having fun."
"That doesn't mean you should slip something in his drink."
"He's having so much more fun now, though. Hell, maybe he'll even get lucky with that Kristen girl. She's been throwing herself at him all night."
"Is that really what you want to happen tonight? You want him to ruin his whole life?"
Matt frowned. "No, of course not. But he's allowed to have fun. It's his..."
"I get it. It's his bachelor party. That doesn't give him a free pass to fuck whoever he wants."
"Actually, it kind of does."
"No, it doesn't. He made a commitment to Penny. And if he ever did cheat on her, I'd kill him myself."
"God, you have such a hard-on for her. I bet you're hoping he does screw it up." He waved down the bartender. "Can we have another round of drinks for our table?"
"Sure thing," she said with a wink as she set down the water in front of me.
"I would never want that," I said as soon as she was out of earshot. "I want him to be happy. You know what he's been through. Penny is the one good thing he's been given. I don't want him to lose that. She's his fresh start. He has a second chance."
"You're being dramatic. He's not going to cheat on her. All he's done all night is ignore Kristen and talk about Penny. I just wanted him to have a little fun. And he is. You're welcome."
"This isn't fun, Matt. We're not kids anymore. You just gave an addict drugs. You're a fucking idiot."
"Really? You're saying that I'm immature? You just met that girl and you're telling her you don't want one night stands and pretending that you want something serious? If I'm immature, then so are you. Stop lying to yourself."
"I'm not lying. I'm so sick of this."
"If you're not happy, don't fucking take it out on me."
Fuck.I sighed and sat down at one of the stools. "I'm sorry, I just...you didn't see James at his worst."
"I know. Look, it'll wear off by tomorrow. And until then, we get the fun James. What are you so worried about?"
Losing him."Nothing. You're right. What did you slip in his drink?"
Matt smiled. "Do you really want to know?"
No, but I need to know."What, did you roofie him?"
"No, I'm not a weirdo. I'm not trying to rape your brother."
The bartender gave us a strange look.
Matt laughed and lowered his voice. "Remember that party a few years ago when we had that really bad trip and we said we'd never do acid again?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, I had a ton of acid left. And since we took a private jet, there wasn't any security. So, bam. Tons of acid."
I shook my head.
