SableThe whiskey was warm in my veins. Smooth. Dangerous.One too many shots, plus the painkillers Hannah gave me earlier, and I was floating. Not in the good way. The room had a soft tilt, like I was on the edge of slipping into something I wouldn’t come back from.Hannah caught my elbow just as I stood.“Alright, ballerina,” she said, fishing keys from her back pocket. “Go crash in the truck. You’ve got jelly knees and murder eyes.”“I’m fine,” I mumbled.“Liar. Go lay down. We stop serving in an hour, then I’ve got bar breakdown and cash count—it’ll be a couple. You want to sleep somewhere that doesn’t smell like beer farts or testosterone.”I nodded, sluggish, and took the keys. Her old black Chevy was parked out back. I barely made it to the passenger side before the dizziness hit full force.Inside, it was dark. Cold. Still. I curled up sideways across the seat, hoodie pulled over my bruised ribs, and closed my eyes.Hand still wrapped around the keys.Just for a minute.Just to
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