(Ryder's POV)
I stared at the superstore, not really sure how Jade got me to tag along.
It was so different from the Bar. It was too bright and the last place I wanted to be.
I was still hung over from the drinking game, Darla, the bubbly college girl challenged me to last night. I was pretty sure she was a decendant of a fish. The girl could drink.
Jade marched ahead, scowling at her shopping list: industrial cleaner, bulk toilet paper, lightbulbs.
"Adulting sucks," she muttered.
"Not so loud" I whispered, adjusting the sun shade on my face.
"Are you hung over?!" Jade deliberately scream, and it increased my headache ten folds.
"Ouch. Yes!" I pushed her face away.
"So, what's this one's name? Chantel number 4?"
"It's...hmmm, Darla. I think" it was a wild night.
"Darla" She mimicked me in a sarcastic tone. "Walk faster, man whore. We have a lot of shopping to do!"
"I didn't sleep with her...I think"
Then she stopped dead. Her eyes locked on a display window.
