Lake:

Bar De Royale. Yes, a very strange name for a bar of any sort, but it gave me the serenity and privacy I needed to drink all my sorrows away. I texted Kenji the address and shared the location with him. He texted me, saying he would be there in twenty minutes, but it only took him twelve minutes. Remind me why I loved my best friend again. Yes! This was the reason.

He walked into the bar when I was already two shots into the bottle of Smirnoff vodka that stood in front of ...