... Dinner With A Pot Seething With Aconite

Ava.

"Ava, how's married life?" Eric asked, drawing a stool by my side.

He'd finally done what I had expected him to do_ come over and practice his silly interviewing skills. I nodded inattentively and rolled my eyes to his friends' booth. Eric moved around with a bunch of self obsessed gamblers who drank all day and partied all night. He was the most silly among them, with more bravery than sense and that's why each time he made some big money, he always ended up losing it in that one night and never left the club until he was drained of cash. And again, he had proven his stupidity before me. Change was surely a hard thing.

"It's better than being drained in debts all my life, Eric. We should talk of when you're finally going to pay up all your debtors or if you're actually here to borrow some from me now."

Of course, I had no fucking money but I knew Oakley Backwoods too much. Here, words went around faster than the wind and even a day old infant must've known that I had married