C11 Chapter 11
Six more lemon drops on the table!” Meredith screamed at the bartender.
The lounge was packed, the music was deafening, and we had been at it for the last couple hours. Cherlyn had gathered a half dozen of the ladies from the office, and we were crammed into a small booth at the back corner. It was so loud in here that we had to scream to be heard, and my voice was beginning to grow hoarse