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Chapter Six
    WARM, SLIGHTLY DIZZY, and more than a bit tired, I smiled at Trey sitting on the floor across from me. I drained the last drop of whiskey from my fifth glass, and eyed up the half bottle next to Trey’s jiggling knee. We had oed n some pop channel, it wasn’t my favorite music, but it was tolerable and a compromise. By the looks of Trey’s knee though, he more than thought it was “okay”.
“You want another one, man?” Trey asked. “Gimmie your glass then.”
    I passed it over, and Trey’s fingers touched mine as he took it from me. I looked from my hand to Trey who was staring at me with the slightest of frowns. “What?” I brushed a hand over my smooth cheeks expecting crumbs from the cookies we’d gobbled.
    Trey poured me another shot. “You really don’t look or act anything like your sister. Except for this little squirm thing you do. June does that too.
    My mind was too fuzzy to think properly, and the way Trey said ‘squirm’ made me laugh. “Yeah, we do that when we’re nervous or uncomfortable.” Then, because my inhibitions were on hiatus—thank you whiskey—I added, “Think it’s cute like my toes?” And then, because I wasn’t so drunk I couldn’t register embarrassment (unfortunately), I quickly covered it by saying, “Jeez, you two must have been together like three years now. You two are really in love, huh?”
Okay, so it was possible I might have also been fishing here, but—but—damn alcohol and crazy hormones!
    Trey nodded. “Yep. Almost three years, and yeah, I do love her. I love her a lot,” he frowned and avoided my gaze, “it’s just—” He stopped and shook his head. “You want to go for a walk?”
“Sounds great. But fuck, I don’t know how good my legs are working.”
    Trey grinned, jumped up, and in one graceful movement pulled me off the floor. I clumsily stepped forward, losing my balance as I tried to avoid knocking over the whiskey bottle. With one yank in his direction, Trey stabilized me; our bodies pressed together, only jeans and t-shirts separating us. I could feel his warmth as if it had hands and were embracing me. If I rested my head against him, it would fit perfectly under his chin. “Don’t worry, you can lean on me.”
    “Dammit, why’d you have to say that?” I said, and Trey gave me a puzzled look. I cracked a smile. “Now that song is in my head.”
It took him a moment to click, but as he did he grinned. Did he look relieved? “You’re so lame, you know that?”
    “I am not!” Okay I was, but he didn’t have any right to say it. I pulled out of his grip, and ignoring my lightheadedness grabbed the keys and left the room, with Trey at my heel. The hall loomed ahead dimly lit, and I struggled to walk straight.I did—but it took extra effort on my part. As I stepped outside, a cool breeze sidetracked me, and—“oh shit!” I cried as I stumbled.
“Watch the step there, man,” Trey said, way too late and with a chuckle in his voice.
    I pushed myself off the concrete. I didn’t feel any pain, although my palms were grazed. “Well now, how stupid was that?”
    “Very, now let’s keep moving.” Trey tugged my arm and off we went across the parking lot and down the road until we reached a large sports ground surrounded by tall narrow trees. Poplars?
    I shook my head, and concentrated on the feel of the wind blowing back my hair. Funny how I didn’t feel chilled at all, yet it refreshed me, helping me sober up. Not completely, but enough. I pointed to a field of artificial turf, lit up with floodlights. “I signed up for hockey, at the end of last week. I’m looking forward to getting back into it.”
    “What team did you join with?” “Social A team.” Trey smiled. “Me too.” “What? When did you sign up?”
    “Well,” Trey said, moving closer, “if you’d been around at all last week, or read any of my notes, you’d know.” “Oh.” This was awkward. Did he