Chapter 87

“You find our special friend?” Amanda asks. “Jess is being the responsible one. She’ll get us home.”

Oh, well, that’s a brilliant plan.

“I need a drink,” I call.

They wave me off.

I stand at the bar, silent for a moment, then carefully tug my shirt lower. I don’t have a ton of cleavage, but I guess it does the trick. Seconds later, the bartender pauses in front of me. His gaze goes down, then back to my face.

“You got a boyfriend, sweetheart?”

I smile sweetly. “Nope, but I do hope I can get a screwdriver. And a vodka tonic for my friend.”

He smirks. “I can do that for you.”

“Thanks.” My cheeks heat at the insinuation.

He hands me a glass filled to the brim with orange juice and vodka. I slide him cash and wait for my change, then take a sip. The taste of vodka gets stuck in my nose, but I ignore it.

I’ve stayed away from drugs my whole life. I was a good girl. The one who tried to do no wrong, because I thought that was what would save me in the end.

Newsflash—that’s a fucking joke.

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