Chapter 25

• A cute blond bartender comes over. “Can I get you beautiful ladies anything to drink?”
• “Sure, three more margaritas thanks.” He smiles and nods. “What’s upstairs?” I ask as if interested.
• “Just more booths with views to the stage.” We all nod, trying our best to look cool and uncaring. “Is anyone up there?” I ask. He smiles and shakes his head—he is so onto us. “No one yet,” he gives me a wink. We all nod, a little more than relieved. At the end of the bar there is a second set of stairs and there is a large red velvet rope across the bottom of the stairwell.