After Megan, Rachel, and I took a few more shots, Maria started driving us to wherever it was she was taking us.
I noticed we were closing in on Chianti, and I relaxed some. I knew the kind of men I’d find at the wine bar, and surely I could find a way to sit in the oversized leather chairs that hid most of my body.
We got closer to Chianti, and I realized Maria wasn’t slowing down. “Um…you’re about to pass the wine bar,” I said, only slightly slurring my words.
“What?” Maria asked.
“Chianti, it’s right there,” I pointed.
The three of them laughed.
“Oh, honey,” Megan said. “You do not dress like this to go to a wine bar. You dress like this to go somewhere trashy, where the boys are desperate and needy.”
“Oh…oh no,” I said,
