![]() ![]() ![]() I’ll give you a quick tour.” I walked to the end of the long bar and lifted the hinged top for access. Yelling, she waved two hands in the air from behind the bar, then cupped them around her mouth. I wasn’t sure where my roommate was working tonight.Ī giant man opened the door as I approached, so I went to check inside first. There was also an adjacent restaurant that seemed to be popular before the bar crowd took over. I remembered from the one time I’d come that there were three bars…the rooftop, one inside, and one outside on the deck that overlooked the beach. People were smoking out front, and the music from inside blared so loud that the windows vibrated. The parking lot at The Heights was packed. I brushed on some mascara, let my hair down from the bun, and didn’t bother to put my contacts back in. After the last run-in I had with a guy there, I definitely wasn’t looking to attract attention. The women were all thin and flaunted excessive, perfectly tanned skin. It was the type of place that snotty, rich, yuppie guys sported polos with little horses embroidered on them and loafers with no socks. My roommate, Riley, bartended in one of the trendy Hampton bars down by the beach. I had no makeup on and already switched out my contacts for glasses that hid my tired, blue eyes. ![]() My dark hair was in a messy bun piled on top of my head. ![]() No one will care if you don’t know how to make a drink with those on display.” “Thank you! Oh! And wear something low cut to show off that big rack of yours. “More than yesterday.” Sadly, that was the truth. ![]()
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