“If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?" ~William Shakespeare PRESENT SCARLETT I was drunk. Good and stinking drunk. We were at the crew hotel in Seattle (not my favorite town) on a layover and we were trolling the lobby bar. Okay, I was trolling the lobby hotel. My girls were just there for moral support. I was planning to make up for the fact that I'd just spent a solid month being a pathetic, lovesick fool mopin...g in my room, crying in my bed. Staying at home. Hating myself. Wanting to disappear. But I'd decided tonight that I was done with that. I was on the hunt for a stand-in punching bag. I had decided about three drinks ago that I'd feel much better about myself if I put at least one man between me and my last memory of Dante. I was looking around, a pout on my face. "No cute boys," I told the girls. Demi agreed. "I'm not sad," Leona said, studying me. "I don't think I want you to find a cute boy when you're in this shape." They were sitting in a booth and I was standing next to it. I was not in a sitting mood. I was in a get some male attention mood. I just wished there were some males around worth being noticed by.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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