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“Another,” I slurred while raising my hand to attract the barman’s attention.
“Ma’am, don’t you think you’ve had enough?” He asked with concern in his voice as he took away the empty glass that was in front of me.
I gave him a withering look. “I’m old enough to know when I’ve had enough but not old enough that you should be calling me ma’am!”
He must have gotten the message I was trying to deliver as he sat down another glass and poured in an excessive amount of whiskey.
I may have put up a brave face at the prospect of being cut off, but the bartender’s soft reprimand had made me self-conscious. Afraid I had made a scene; I looked around the horseshoe bar trying to notice if anyone was watching me. Quit being paranoid Sara? At this late hour, no one cares what you’re doing. Everyone that hasn’t hooked up and left is drunker than you are.
Suddenly, a much too perky voice rang out from behind me. “Sara? Sara Curtis is that you?”
Ugh, I was so hoping that no one would recognize me; I thought but what came out of my mouth was “Heather long time no see.”
“I know, I know,” the perky blond waif said as she sat on the stool next to me. “I’ve practically been M.I.A. since I started dating Max. He’s such a great guy. And the sex is… Well, if he weren’t on a business trip right now I would be home getting my bell rung.”
