Here’s another quick peak at Adam and Marti.
Adam shook his head. “Your dad made you drive him to the liquor store when you were only ten years old? That is so messed up! How could he be so stupid?”
“The short answer is that he’s a coke-head, alcoholic musician who thinks he’s entitled to whatever he wants, and laws aren’t meant for him,” Marti said.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” Dumbstruck by her words, Adam tipped his cup back only to find it empty. He fumbled with the cooler for a refill, enjoying his full-on buzz.
“No, it’s fine. I don’t usually talk about him much, since he’s a washed-up rocker with no sense of reality. I guess the juice here made me talk too much.” She lifted her cup.
Her dad was a musician, a rocker! Adam wondered if it was someone he’d heard of or just a small time musician who’d never hit it big. “I’m glad you live with your Grandma and don’t have to see him.” He leaned closer and could see a light sprinkle of freckles on her nose. He liked Marti and her strong opinions. She didn’t flutter around and try to be someone she wasn’t.
“I don’t plan on ever seeing him again. He’s so fucked up.” She peeked at Adam and covered her mouth. “Sorry. My bad.”
“No problem.” He grinned.