“I'll have a glass of your house chardonnay” Becca said and the bartender turned to me. “Club soda with a twist.” I smiled to disapproving looks from the others.
Lauren was looking the most annoyed, so I addressed her.
“I'm feeling dangerous enough in this dress. I'm not adding alcohol.” I tried a reassuring smile.
“God, Chrissie said you never have any fun. Now I know why.” she said dismissively. “But if you think you're designated driver forget it. No one drives my Lexus but me.”
“I can cab home.” I smiled.
“If you cab home after all we did getting you looking this hot, there is no God!” Becca laughed.
I think only Tina caught my panic response before I tamped it down, quickly replaced by a polite smile.
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