28 -Effects

RYAN BURKE

I drove to Menace Lounge, Stefan's bar, ordered a bottle of wine, and made my way to the private area of the bar. As soon as I sat down, I emptied my glass, hoping the drink would drown my sorrows, and nervously lit a cigarette. I dialed Stefan's number:

"Hello, my dear cousin!" he said, his voice cheerful as always. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your call at this hour of the afternoon?"

"No sarcasm, Stefan!" I said, my voice still cold and restless. "Come to Menace. I need to talk to you."

"Okay, okay, hotshot. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

With a beep, the call ended. A few minutes later, he walked through the door of the private room with another bottle of wine.

"I thought it wise to bring more wine!" he said, sitting next to me and pouring a glass. "What's so important that you called me at this hour? Did something happen to Morgana?"

"No," I fell silent for a few minutes, gathering my strength to complete the sentence. "Elena is pregnant..."

"Damn it! Shit! Shit