Doreen looked at the ring under the cage of her hand. “That’s mine.”
“It will be,” Charlie said. “As soon as you call your brother and I get that email.”
Doreen made a show of taking her phone out of her pocket as she walked to the door. A few minutes later she came back in, mouth pinched.
“You know, Adam said he was going to get my ring back. He used it as collateral for a loan.”
“That’s interesting,” Charlie said, in a way that let Doreen know how uninteresting she found it.
Doreen sighed. “I talked to my brother. He says he can’t access your bill. It’s not working.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Charlie said. “What does that mean?”
“He doesn’t know.” Doreen looked worried, which was the only reason that Charlie didn’t accuse her of making this whole thing up. “It could come from a different department that doesn’t run their billing through his office. Or your account could have been flagged. But he tried.”
For a moment, Charlie felt a white-hot flush of anger, most of it at herself.
She took her hand away from the ring. It occurred to her, not for the first time, that if she had been half as interested in making money from her schemes as she was in the schemes themselves, she’d be better off.
Doreen hesitated. “Now what?”
“Go on,” Charlie said. “Take it. Fuck it. Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck everything.”
“What is wrong with you anyway?” Doreen gestured around, as though to indicate that Blue Ruin wasn’t a very nice place, it was late afternoon, and Charlie was well on her way to wasted.
“I’m celebrating,” Charlie said. “Being single.”
Doreen gave a bitter little laugh. “Well, look at you. Brought down by love. Suffering just like everybody else.”
“Have a drink with me,” Charlie said, raising her plastic cup. “To suffering.”
“I’ve got to get back to work,” Doreen said, disgusted. “I have responsibilities. And I guess you do too, so don’t suck down so much whiskey that you forget yours. Oh, and if you did knock over a pawnshop, don’t implicate me when the police come after you.”
“If I’m lucky, I’ll suck down so much whiskey I forget we had this conversation.” Charlie threw back the Maker’s in a single gluttonous gulp. “Bring me the bottle, Kyle.”
“You know,” said Doreen, halfway to the door, “I saw your guy once, and the minute I saw him I knew he was going to cheat on you. Guys who look like that—”
“Nobody knew him,” Charlie told her.
“Except for you?” Doreen snorted.
Charlie shook her head. “Nobody. He didn’t exist. Never did.”
Making a noise of frustration at the incomprehensibility of drunks, Doreen left.
“You didn’t really knock over a store, right?” Kyle asked her as he brought over the bottle of Maker’s.
She gave him her toothiest smile. “Definitely didn’t.”
“You actually want to buy this?” He set it down next to her.
“Definitely do.” She poured her own drink out of her own bottle. It was like being in one of those fancy places with bottle service, except for the fancy part.
It didn’t matter if she couldn’t afford it. Her future was clear. She was going back to work for the gloamists. Paying for Posey’s school the way she should have from the start. Making a clean break from her friends. If she was going to blow up everything around her, then she needed to keep everyone she cared about far away.
Fuck everything.
Charlie stayed at Blue Ruin into the evening, messing with the jukebox in the corner, going in with two elderly alcoholics on a pizza they got delivered, and dancing around with one of them to an old song from the eighties. Things started to blur together. The room began filling up. She remembered sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, sticking the back of a pin she found in her bag into her skin over and over. She remembered falling down on and lying on the floor and Kyle saying something about how he wasn’t supposed to serve her if she couldn’t stand, which made her laugh and laugh.
She didn’t need him. She had her own bottle.
As she climbed back up on her stool, holding on to the edge of the bar to steady herself, her former boss from Top Hat walked into Blue Ruin with three of his friends.
“Well, well,” he said, giving her a once-over. “Look at what the cat dragged in.”