Getting showered and changed I leave the hotel and go to the club. I stand and drink, sometimes dancing. I dance and watch the men close in on me, some I would be happy to f**k, others not so much.
They clearly have a wedding ring on or a line where it should be. I’m used to where I work, I’m used to subtle signs that tell me if a man is taken or not. I continue to drink more, and before I know it am past the point of being drunk, but I’m laughing and having fun.
The guy I have been dancing with for the last twenty minutes helps me to sit and brings me some water. I laugh at him.
“Shouldn’t this be vodka?” I’m sure it should be.
“Sure, sure, but I don’t fancy getting in a taxi with you if you aren’t awake.” He laughs and I nod. I drink it and stand, my hand in his and I pull him outsi
