Marie
I waited at the hotel bar, looking around with awe. It was really fancy in here, complete with real wood furniture, pictures of distinguished people on the walls, and a good-looking, well-heeled clientele.
I don’t usually come to such places. I’m more accustomed to bar crawls at seedy joints with sawdust on the floor, every surface sticky with dried beer. In fact, I probably hadn’t had anything other than the cheapest alcohol out there in a while. Cocktails, like the fifteen dollar ones on the drink list here, were way beyond my budget.
But I’d come because Abby had begged me.
“Please Marie,” my roommate pleaded. “It would help me out soooo much if you went. It’s not hard, I just need someone to go in my place, it’s rude to bail at the last minute.”
I sighed. Abby and I look som
