"Sorry," he said, grimacing.
"You...you have barf on your sleeve," she said meekly.
"Sorry," he said again, hiding the offending sleeve behind his back and attempting to surreptitiously wipe it clean on his back pocket. The effort was rewarded with a low groan from the patron standing in line behind him. Someone else muttered, "What the FUCK, dude?"
"Coffee. Large. Biggest you got," he ordered.
"So," the barista said, returning with a tall paper cup with a plastic lid, "that was pretty crazy last night, huh? You look like shit."
Will stood straight up.
"What?"
"Last night, at the show. It was...crazy," she said, a hint of admiration leaking past her outward disgust.
"Um," he dug in his pocket for change.
"No charge," she said, checking quickly to make sure her supervisor was not around, "and I gave you a shot of espresso."
His main feeling upon leaving for work that morning had been shame. Shame and nausea. Now he realized there may be a larger story lurking. A story that the world around him may not have lost in the the evening hours. He started to worry. What if someone from work was at that show and had seen what he had done. What had he done?
***
"You...you have barf on your sleeve," she said meekly.
"Sorry," he said again, hiding the offending sleeve behind his back and attempting to surreptitiously wipe it clean on his back pocket. The effort was rewarded with a low groan from the patron standing in line behind him. Someone else muttered, "What the FUCK, dude?"
"Coffee. Large. Biggest you got," he ordered.
"So," the barista said, returning with a tall paper cup with a plastic lid, "that was pretty crazy last night, huh? You look like shit."
Will stood straight up.
"What?"
"Last night, at the show. It was...crazy," she said, a hint of admiration leaking past her outward disgust.
"Um," he dug in his pocket for change.
"No charge," she said, checking quickly to make sure her supervisor was not around, "and I gave you a shot of espresso."
His main feeling upon leaving for work that morning had been shame. Shame and nausea. Now he realized there may be a larger story lurking. A story that the world around him may not have lost in the the evening hours. He started to worry. What if someone from work was at that show and had seen what he had done. What had he done?
***
