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convinced Ronnie to drive you home.” I glance away for a split second before clasping both hands in front of him in a silent plea. “Besides,” I continue. “You’re the one working here. Why not listen in on the occasional conversation. I’m sure you’ll pick something up. ”  
    “Syd, come on. Shit always goes down at a Justice party. And Ronnie’s going to be on my ass tonight. I’m not going have time. Just keep your ears and eyes open. I haven’t gotten a nice check in a while. I need something big.”
    “Then why the hell did you move to Seattle?”
    “Because athletes are more interesting than actors and my sister’s a selfish bitch.” His full lips turn down into a frown and he blinks a pair of cocoa brown eyes.
    I shake my head and snatch up a glass of from passing tray. “I can’t help you tonight. I’ve got crap of my own to worry about. But the next time I get invited to a Grammy-winning rapper’s party you’ll be the first one I text.”
    “One thing,” he calls after me as I walk away. “Anything. Come on! You’re supposed to be my girl!”
    I chuckle at the sound of Ronnie hissing his name. He really needs to grow up and get a real job. Celebrity stalking may pay off in Hollywood, but he’s a long ways away from home.  
    I take several gulps of my drink then scan the crowd. As the seconds pass, I realize just how naked I really feel. Everyone seems to be staring. And I can’t tell if it’s a good or bad thing. Most likely bad considering my choice of dress, but I’ve garnered some appreciative ogles in the past few seconds. Plus, Ronnie did say the dress code was optional. It’s not like I’m going to get kicked out or something.  
    But still, showing up to this thing with the caterer and my buddy who works for her was a stupid idea. Neither Marx or Ronnie will have time to keep me company in this foreign land. I’ll pretty much be left to twiddle my thumbs on my own all night long. In a dress that makes me stand out like a sore thumb. I grab another passing glass of liquid courage and weave my way to the bathroom. Just as I’m about to enter, someone grabs me by the arm.  
    “It’s him. He’s here.” Ronnie takes my glass and gives me a little shove in the opposite direction. “Go. And no more alcohol. Put your game face on, Sydney.” She turns me around to face her, whipping me so fast my head swims. “Are you sure you’re not drunk?”
    I laugh. “You sound like Reese.”
    Ronnie crosses her arms.  
    “I’m not drunk. You know I don’t fall that easily.”
    “You also don’t normally drink bourbon by the gallon.”
    “I’m fine.”
    She sighs. “You sounded like shit this afternoon. I just don’t want you to mess things up. This could be your last chance.” She tucks my hair behind my ear. “Look, according to Reese, Ray is notoriously bad in social situations. Well, no not really. He’s just…he doesn’t really do these kinds of things. He needs a buffer. She’s done it on a few occasions. Now it’s your turn.”
    “And by the looks of things,” an amused voice says from behind me. “You’d better get in there fast. Dina Prince is here.”
    Ronnie glares and I turn around to face my friend.
    “Just giving her a friendly warning,” Marx replies, his hands up in defense. “That’s Justice’s Dina Prince.”  
    I peer behind him. “The drama queen, Dina Prince?”
    He nods. “And if she’s cozied up with Ray it means Justice isn’t here yet, but once he gets here and finds his girl flirting with some asshole at his own party it won’t be pretty.”
    “But Ray’s not that kind of—”
    “Just trust me. Okay? I’ve worked enough of his parties to watch this stuff go down front row center. And StingRay?” Marx laughs a little. “He is so in over his head it’s not even funny. This is going to be good.”
    “Marx, go back to work.”  
    He smirks, than hands me another drink before making his way back out into the crowd.