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weeks. The fucking breakup. The pressure from the presentation. The feeling of dread I feel about returning home and finding my boyfriend hasn’t moved out yet. Or worse, finding him shacked up in bed with Sarah.
    I really need to just unwind and relax so I don’t have a nervous breakdown.
    Despite Hannah’s rowdy boast, I know this group isn’t serious about hooking up with anyone tonight. Most likely, we’ll all have a couple drinks, flirt a little, maybe , and return to our rooms tipsy a few dollars richer or poorer.
    I know I won’t be getting any action, I tell myself. That’s for damn sure.
    “There’ll be none of that over here,” Eva says, doing a swirling motion with her hand around her lady bits.
    Hannah frowns, messing with her bra. I swear her right boob almost popped out. I have to put my hand between my legs to keep from reaching over and pulling up the neckline of her dress. “Why’s that?”
    Eva raises her head and says haughtily, “Because I have a loving boyfriend who can’t wait for me to get back home.”
    Cary Ann snorts and drunkenly blurts out, “Please, he’s probably at home banging his side chick in your bed right now!”
    “Okay!” Hannah reaches across her seat to high five Cary Ann, nearly popping out of her dress in the process, and the two girls burst into giggles. “You know what they say; a man is only as faithful as his options!”
    Eva grimaces and glances over at me. I know what she's thinking. And she’s right. The joke makes me feel like shit.
    Cary Ann pauses when she sees we aren’t laughing. “Did I say something wrong?”
    I can’t respond. My throat is tight with emotion.
    Eva comes to my rescue. “Charlotte’s going through a breakup,” she says quietly. Fuck, I hate this. I feel so damn uncomfortable.
    Cary Ann’s face crumples into a frown and she reaches across the limo to place a consolatory hand on mine. “Oh honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
    Tears burn my eyes and I swallow the lump in my throat. “It’s okay.”
    “You sure?” asks Hannah. “I hate to think that we upset you.”
    “I’m fine,” I lie, putting on a fake smile. “Really, you guys don’t have to walk on eggshells around me.” I wave it off.
    “Okay, sorry,” Cary Ann repeats. I can tell she’s really mortified that she’s caused me unintentional pain.
    “Don’t sweat it.” I look around and ask, “So what are you guys having to drink when we get to the club?” I want to change the subject and get the focus off me. As soon as fucking possible.
    Hannah claps her hands together, causing her boobs to jiggle. “A bahama mama! 'Cause I’m a big, hot mama.”
    “The walking dead!” Cary Ann squeals. “'Cause it’s my favorite show!”
    “A blue Hawaii,” says Eva, “my favorite.”
    There’s a moment of silence and the girls look at me expectantly.
    “Bloody Mary,” I say, thinking quickly on my feet. Because I want to fucking murder Ian.
    “Let’s hit Surrender first,” Cary suggests as the limo slows and we climb out. “I hear it’s awesome.”
    “Hell yeah,” says Hannah. “I’m game.”
    We make our way inside and I’m immediately enveloped by a pleasant tropical smell and the sounds of slots machine. It’s so bright, I have to blink a couple of times to adjust.
    The noises, the lights, the flood of people, it’s all overwhelming. Sin City. This definitely looks like a place made for sin. I walk behind the ladies as they stride confidently to wherever they’re taking me. They’ve been here before and they’re acting like they own the place. I do my best to do the same and look like I belong.
    I take my seat next to Eva and put my clutch on the bartop, taking another look around. This place is overwhelming.
    I start to ask Eva how many times she’s been here, but before I can even get a word out, she’s holding her finger up and reaching in her purse for her buzzing phone.
    She snatches it out and taps the screen.