One Night Only (98 page)

See
?
Thi
s
wa
s
normal
.
An
d
i
t
wa
s
jus
t
a
drink
.
I
t
was jus
t
a
drink
!

“Cool,
”
h
e
said
.
“I’
m
goin
g
t
o
th
e
lo
o
first
.
Mee
t
me
a
t
th
e
ba
r
i
n
two.
”

Poll
y
slumpe
d
bac
k
dow
n
o
n
th
e
sea
t
an
d
le
t
ou
t
a
sigh
a
s
sh
e
watche
d
Sta
g
disappea
r
int
o
th
e
tin
y
toile
t
cubicle
a
t
th
e
fa
r
en
d
o
f
th
e
ba
r
.
Rut
h
wa
s
stil
l
groovin
g
and grindin
g
t
o
th
e
bea
t
o
n
th
e
danc
e
floo
r
,
T
es
s
wa
s
still
swingin
g
he
r
hip
s
an
d
lickin
g
he
r
lip
s
muc
h
t
o
th
e
stag party
’
s
deligh
t
an
d
Gin
a
wa
s
tryin
g
he
r
bes
t
t
o
kee
p
t
o
the
rhyth
m
i
n
betwee
n
askin
g
Kin
g
Kon
g
t
o
pla
y
som
e
Wha
m
!
a
t
ever
y
give
n
opportunit
y
.

S
o
thi
s
i
s
wha
t
th
e
singl
e
lif
e
woul
d
b
e
like
,
eh
?
Getting drunk
,
dancin
g
you
r
leg
s
off
,
meetin
g
strang
e
me
n
and gettin
g
t
o
kno
w
the
m
fo
r
on
e
nigh
t
onl
y
.
I
t
wa
s
lik
e
the ol
d
day
s
whe
n
sh
e
an
d
he
r
sister
s
woul
d
hi
t
th
e
tow
n
with th
e
ai
m
o
f
gettin
g
pisse
d
o
n
chea
p
cide
r
an
d
having
enoug
h
mone
y
lef
t
t
o
bu
y
a
burge
r
o
n
th
e
wa
y
hom
e
with chang
e
i
n
you
r
pocke
t
fo
r
a
tax
i
an
d
a
handsom
e
gu
y
left
behin
d
wit
h
you
r
numbe
r
.

Thi
s
wa
s
exactl
y
th
e
same
,
onl
y
sh
e
wa
s
muc
h
older no
w
.
Sh
e
wasn
’
t
ol
d
an
d
sh
e
didn
’
t
fee
l
old
,
bu
t
th
e
idea
wa
s
old
.
I
t
wa
s
ou
t
o
f
date
.
I
t
wa
s
i
n
he
r
past
.
T
onigh
t
was th
e
sam
e
forma
t
a
s
bac
k
the
n
onl
y
no
w
sh
e
ha
d
a
bi
t
more mone
y
,
a
bi
t
mor
e
sens
e
an
d
th
e
knowledg
e
i
n
th
e
bac
k
of he
r
min
d
tha
t
somethin
g
jus
t
didn
’
t
si
t
righ
t
abou
t
this
scene
.
Somethin
g
abou
t
i
t
al
l
fel
t
wa
y
ou
t
o
f
place.
Somethin
g
i
n
he
r
hea
d
tol
d
he
r
tha
t
thi
s
wa
s
neve
r
going
t
o
b
e
th
e
lif
e
fo
r
he
r
.
Drinkin
g
i
n
bar
s
wit
h
youn
g
men
wasn
’
t
reall
y
he
r
ide
a
o
f
lettin
g
he
r
hai
r
dow
n
but
,
for no
w
,
well
,
Sta
g
wa
s
approachin
g
an
d
sh
e
woul
d
tr
y
,
just tr
y
,
t
o
eas
e
of
f
th
e
punishment-beatin
g
tha
t
sh
e
constantly
gav
e
hersel
f
i
n
a
bi
d
t
o
b
e
perfec
t
fo
r
everyon
e
else
.

S
o
sh
e
followe
d
Sta
g
t
o
th
e
ba
r
an
d
trie
d
t
o
ignor
e
how muc
h
sh
e
wa
s
shakin
g
insid
e
an
d
ou
t
whe
n
h
e
aske
d
for he
r
name
.

“I’
m
Poll
y
,
”
sh
e
said
.
“Poll
y
Knox.
”

Whe
n
sh
e
sai
d
he
r
surname
,
th
e
guil
t
ros
e
i
n
he
r
throat an
d
sh
e
fel
t
i
t
chokin
g
he
r
.
Relax
,
relax
,
sh
e
repeate
d
in he
r
head
.
It
’
s
jus
t
a
drink
.
It
’
s
jus
t
a
bi
t
o
f
fu
n
o
n
a
girly
nigh
t
out
.