I poured out a double, then she sat down opposite me.
"Any chance you could pour me one?"
I was about to tell her where to go and what to do when she got there, but then I looked into her eyes and saw... a lot.
I poured her a triple, and she downed it in one long gulp before she gestured for another one.
Against my better judgement, I poured another one, and this time she offered a toast.
"To the wrong decisions, made for the right reasons."
We both made many more wrong decisions that night, I think.
