Aspen
Well, the “worst” that I was fearing happened. I have to pay Jane back, and quick.
“I’m sorry, babe,” Crystal says for the third time. We’re on our way to Red Light—we work the same shift on Sundays. “I didn’t realize he was going to go all American Psycho on you.”
I don’t Crystal has actually seen American Psycho, but that’s okay. It’s okay that she told Blue about my job, too, I guess. She meant well. “Don’t worry about it. Listen, Crystal. Do you think Brad would let me dance tonight? You know—instead of serve?”
Her head snaps over to look at me. “You work there one night, and you decide you’ve had it with waitressing?”
“It’s not that. It’s just… you make what, five hundred a night? More, on a good one? I went home with fifty bucks last night. I’ll never pay Jane back at this
