**KIERAN MORRISON**
Sol eyed me discontently as I forced him to bring out his fanciest looking drinks without alcohol, he placed the glasses on the counter. "This is a bar, not a candy shop," He grumbled.
It wasn't that I didn't want Ollie to have fun, or drink whatever he likes, after all what could possibly happen when I was right here?
He couldn't have alcohol with his medication, "Make it a double glass," I told Sol, maybe fo make Ollie feel more inclusive, I shouldn't drink as well.
Sol raised an eyebrow. "You know most people come to bars for the alcohol, right? That's kind of the whole point."
"Most people aren't dating someone who just got out of the hospital."
"Fair enough," He muttered.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and the number on the screen made my stomach tighten.
I stared at it for a moment, my thumb hovering over the accept and decline button.
"You gonna answer that?" Sol asked.
