"You come in late, with hangovers." He said, rubbing his temples.
I exhaled loudly. "So I'm fired." I gave my boss a dull look.
Mr. Peters nodded. "Sorry, Hayden. I know this job meant a lot to you-"
"It's fine. I'll find another." I couldn't. "Thanks." I stood up with haste and yanked my suit jacket on. My tie slipped down below my messy buttoning job. My hair stuck out in a drunken state of disarray.
"Hayden," Mr. Peters added, standing up from his desk, "I think you need to settle down, find a nice girl, and start your life over. Here, I picked this up for you." He handed me a small, white card.
I took it and squinted at the text. My vision was a bit fuzzy. "Alcoholics Anonymous? A support group." I said.
He nodded.
I swallowed twice to get what was left of my last swig into the back of my throat. "I'll think about it."
"Wonderful."
Not really.
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Alcoholics Anonymous
RomanceHayden Asher is a lonely, alcoholic college drop-out. Sara Knight's brother died in a DUI. Hayden and Sara meet at an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting.