Chapter 8 - DisasterMel
I watched as Mason headed toward the bar again, not long after our chat. I hope she has enough sense to not actually be drinking on duty... A local politician cornered me and, by the time I could extricate myself from that conversation and go to the bar for a drink refill too, she’d disappeared.
While I was waiting for my diet cola, two women positioned themselves behind me to wait. Slightly inebriated, one was a little loud as she complimented the other on her dress.
“That’s to die for!” she exclaimed.
“Oh, this?” came the response. “You haven’t seen anything yet. Are you going to the party at the Club tomorrow night?”
“You’re kidding right? We wouldn’t miss it!”
“Well just you wait to see what I’ve got in store for that one!”
The server brought my drink an
