Religion [J.P.M.]

eight.

I was on my 6th shot of vodka and I felt my worries diminishing.  "One more." I say, tapping the bar countertop.  Liz put another one in front of me and I lay my head on the counter, propped up my arm.  "I have a lot of problems."

"Oh, honey, do you need me to take you up to your room?" Liz offers, cleaning out the inside of a glass.

"No." I shake my head, my vision slow and blurry.  "How hard is it to get laid around here?"

"Well, for you, not very." She grins and puts a bottle of water in front of me.

I sit up and look her in the eyes. "I haven't had sex since yesterday.  Of course, it was ghost sex, so does it even really count?"

"Who did you—never mind." Liz shakes her head.  "There will be a lot of guests for Devils Night, maybe you can try your luck there."

"My dad will be here.  He's a complete cock block.  He won't even look at me if he's here." I slide off of my stool and look around.

Liz looks concerned and confused.  "Who?"

I shake my head.  "Nothing.  I'm going up to my room.  Wake me up in the morning."