Over in erotica."
I felt my eyebrows rise but said nothing as I turned away and walked across the store. Our small erotica section was bizarrely stuffed in between automotive and animals (amphibians, to be precise). And crammed in between the two shelves of the erotica section was Doug, sitting on the floor with his head resting facedown on his knees. I knelt beside him.
"Hair of the dog time?" I asked.
He lifted his head and brushed black hair out of his face. His expression was miserable. "You cheated. You're like half my size. How are you not in a coma?"
"Older and wiser," I said. If only he knew just how old. I took hold of his arm and tugged it. "Come on. Let's go to the caf¨¦ and get you some water."