![]() ![]() ![]() 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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