It was quarter to eight and Tara sat at a table by herself, nursing a Coke and munching on a bowl of pretzels the waitress had placed in front of her at one point, probably in the hopes of getting her to drink more. Amanda and her friends were crowding the bar’s small square of bare wood paneling that passed as a dance floor, the sloppy drunk-ass bitches. Half were line dancing to the hip hop song blaring from the jukebox while the others…well, Tara wasn’t quite sure what it was exactly they were trying to do.
A pair of bridesmaids were jitterbugging. Another couple appeared to be so far into their booze, they were groping each other up during a slow dance, grabbing butts and boobs and moaning as they rubbed together. Marlene swayed to her own rhythm, eyes closed, grinning foolishly, a bo
