Cath Gets Gone 1227

Cath woke to a mouth that tasted like death and a rolling wave of nausea that didn’t seem to know how to quit. Even her worst hangover had never left her so miserable. If this was due to another one of Jot’s mystery ales, she was going to hang him up by his balls and leave him there a month. At least.

Snap Shot Plot

“Current issues with coffee. We’re out.” The morning was dreary and already feeling long. I was glad she agreed with me. Sorta. “We have some beans here somewhere.” I said. “Do we?” “Over the fridge. Unless someone used them already.” “I did, last week.” She frowned at me. “Ok. We’re out.”