One Night Only (106 page)

Gin
a
stoo
d
u
p
an
d
T
ierna
n
slumpe
d
dow
n
ont
o
the booth
.
H
e
ha
d
obviousl
y
bee
n
leanin
g
o
n
he
r
t
o
kee
p
himself
upright
.
Whe
n
sh
e
staggered
,
sh
e
realise
d
tha
t
sh
e
to
o
had
bee
n
leanin
g
o
n
hi
m
fo
r
support
.
Sh
e
reall
y
wa
s
drunk
.

“Sill
y
bo
y
,
”
sh
e
sai
d
t
o
him
.
“
I
be
t
you
r
mothe
r
is
worrie
d
sic
k
abou
t
you
.
I
f
tha
t
wa
s
m
y
Dann
y
.
.
.
”

Sh
e
wrappe
d
he
r
arm
s
aroun
d
he
r
ow
n
wais
t
and grabbe
d
a
t
th
e
side
s
o
f
he
r
dress
.
Wha
t
wa
s
sh
e
doing h
ere
?
Wh
y
wa
s
sh
e
al
l
dresse
d
u
p
i
n
a
tow
n
sh
e
didn
’
t
know
whe
n
he
r
whol
e
lif
e
wa
s
fallin
g
t
o
pieces
?
Sh
e
shoul
d
b
e
at hom
e
sortin
g
everythin
g
out
,
no
t
runnin
g
awa
y
fro
m
i
t
all
an
d
sleepin
g
wit
h
stranger
s
t
o
hel
p
he
r
preten
d
tha
t
this
wasn
’
t
happening
!
Sh
e
fel
t
totall
y
ou
t
o
f
place
.
Sh
e
shouldn
’
t
b
e
here
.
Sh
e
wa
s
a
mothe
r
.
Sh
e
ha
d
responsibilities
.

Th
e
musi
c
seeme
d
extr
a
lou
d
an
d
th
e
ba
r
ha
d
become
quit
e
crowde
d
no
w
wit
h
horde
s
o
f
scantil
y
cla
d
youn
g
girls
pumpin
g
an
d
grindin
g
o
n
th
e
danc
e
floo
r
.
Kin
g
Kon
g
was
o
n
a
brea
k
an
d
th
e
ne
w
D
J
ha
d
jumpe
d
th
e
pac
e
wit
h
his
heav
y
beat
s
an
d
throbbin
g
bas
s
i
n
song
s
tha
t
Gin
a
ha
d
never
hear
d
before
.
The
y
seeme
d
t
o
hav
e
th
e
wor
d
‘mutha-fucka’
o
n
repeat
,
makin
g
he
r
fee
l
eve
n
mor
e
ou
t
o
f
place
.

Sh
e
wante
d
t
o
g
o
bac
k
t
o
th
e
hote
l
immediatel
y
.
She
wante
d
t
o
tak
e
of
f
he
r
make-u
p
an
d
he
r
dres
s
whic
h
now
fel
t
grubb
y
an
d
worn
.
Sh
e
wante
d
a
ho
t
showe
r
an
d
to
sli
p
int
o
he
r
cos
y
jammie
s
an
d
cuddl
e
u
p
unde
r
fresh bedclothe
s
unti
l
sh
e
wok
e
u
p
i
n
th
e
mornin
g
knowin
g
that gettin
g
bac
k
t
o
he
r
so
n
wa
s
a
ste
p
close
r
.

“Shot
s
a
t
th
e
bar!
”
sai
d
Poll
y
wh
o
ha
d
take
n
o
n
a
whol
e
ne
w
leas
e
o
f
lif
e
durin
g
he
r
tim
e
o
n
th
e
danc
e
floo
r
.
“Shot
s
a
t
th
e
bar
!
Com
e
on
,
Melanie
’
s
W
ay
!
Gidd
y
up,
gidd
y
up
,
fo
r
vodk
a
shot
s
a
t
th
e
bar!
”

“No
t
o
n
you
r
life
,
Poll
y
,
”
sai
d
Gina
.
“
Y
o
u
g
o
ahead bu
t
I
swea
r
I’
m
read
y
fo
r
th
e
road
.
I
couldn
’
t
loo
k
at anothe
r
drin
k
i
f
yo
u
pai
d
m
e
million
s
to
.
Speakin
g
of payin
g
fo
r
stuff
,
wher
e
th
e
hel
l
i
s
Ruth?
”

Sh
e
wa
s
nowher
e
t
o
b
e
seen
.
Poll
y
,
T
es
s
an
d
Gin
a
all searche
d
i
n
thei
r
handbag
s
fo
r
thei
r
phone
s
t
o
chec
k
i
f
she
ha
d
sen
t
an
y
message
s
and
,
i
f
not
,
t
o
tr
y
an
d
ge
t
i
n
touch wit
h
he
r
.