He Hasn't Been Sober For Days

"I'm not in the mood for your shit" I snatched my hand our of his grip.


"no, I'll play nice. promise"


"Well then I guess it's nice to meet you, Jack the alcoholic, seeing as you're playing nice, how would you like to ditch this shit hole and go out for a coffee round the corner? Can't go for a drink obviously, considering where we both are today."

"Urmh..how about no. I don't need a sympathy coffee because the rest of world doesn't like beer like me. It's not to meet me at all, I'm an asshole."

Wow. Not only can he hold his beer, he can dissect a man in a matter of seconds. Talk about bitter. Is that what he called playing nice?

"Not even just for a bit? Come on, Costa is only down the road. I only want to talk."

"Why do you want to talk to me? What have I got to offer apart from an extensive knowledge of wine?"

"Don't be so harsh on yourself! I just wanted to talk to someone who has to sit through this AA crap too. Come on, do it for Ben."

Ben was our overly enthusiastic mentor, who had lectured Jack about talking to people in the same situation as him. I finally managed a shimmer of a smile from Jack as he remembered.

"That prick Ben needs a punch, he can get gone if he thinks I'm going to listen to him."

"Do it for the caffeine then." I was determined now.

Jack gave a brief nod and sighed as we turned to walk to Costa.

"What makes you so desperate for company, eh? Got a missus at home who'll give you grief? Or a boyfriend maybe?"

I blushed uncomfortably and Jack smirked as he saw my discomfort. Asshole.

"No boyfriend, no. No girlfriend either currently, as that's the reason I'm having to come to these idiotic meetings, to get my girlfriend back."


"I didn't take you as the girlfriend type. How very romantic. Good one man, don't cock it up."

"What do you mean I'm not the girlfriend type? I've had a boyfriend before yeah, but still.."

"Ha! I knew it!"

I crinkled my mammoth eyebrows in confusion as he paused to open the door.

"I can just tell these things about people man. Like a sixth sense. Or gay radar, whatever you want to call it. That'll be a strong coffee please, don't mess around with any sprinkles."

I glanced at Jack as he winked at the waiter, feeling oddly jealous. This wasn't like me, I was here to get Lisa back and Lisa only.

"Just a tea, two sugars for me please. So.. are you gay yourself?"

"I'm whatever the weather is man, I'll be gay if the occasion calls for it. You probably didn't need to know that actually. Let's go find a table, if you really insist on talking to me like the naive twat you let yourself off to be."

I steered us towards a couch near the window, and looked up at him to see if he'd carry on. Dammit, he'd clammed up now, just when I thought we were getting somewhere. One thing's for sure: Jack confused me a lot and I was curious to work him out.

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