CHAPTER TWO
Grady’s bristles with excitement tonight. A lustrous smoky haze blankets the entire room, while the jukebox plays its Travis Tritt and Shania Twain. For a moment, I see everything through that haze like one big moving boisterous body, about to explode. I love it best when I’ve had a few drinks and my mind begins to swim in an unthinking blur.
I’m wearing a white halter and my tiniest denim skirt, getting glances from the men I pass and a few catcalls, like I usually do. My breasts push against the tight fabric of the halter and the buttons gap, showing sweaty skin beneath. I have my dark hair swept up off my head and caught in a disheveled bun with a chopstick pierced through the middle. Eric has already teased me, trying to pull it out as I pass by him.
I make my way throug
