The Lies That Loved Me

ound the cold stainless steel that was my fortress at the moment. Imbibing a half bottl

efied. I opened my eyes and regarded my onlookers who all

orty pounds heavier than when they'd first tied the knot to d

blurry vision Mr. Mysterious in Black was present. Ensconced i

ever danced with anyone; merely sat in his booth a

en. If such was the case, it would be a complete waste. I'd never seen him up close because I con

All dark-haired, square-jawed and high levels of intensity. Viewing him up cl

hing a coquettish smile. His response was a disapp

And his ass should've been glad for it, considering the innumerable times

etter word. And strange. He only dressed in black and no one seemed to have any info o

s, closing my eyes and allowing myself to float away on the waves of Michael Jackson's Dirty Dia

ed myself to this 'job', and was now so disoriented. Feeling like breaking E

n a heap on the stage, I was too soused to even attempt lifting a finger, so I just laid the

lt hands holding my arms and legs, and my body being rescued off the stage. Soon I

n my surroundings. Catching a familiar form, my eyes tentativ

his black muscle-shirt stretched helplessly over his fu

ong with you tonigh

oom. Bright round bulbs lined above rows of make-up mirrors; each had a fully or hal

re strewn about, as dancers milled in and out. Pleased to

id, "I just fell on my ass straight from a

trying to defy me. I told y

How the hell am I supposed to make money? I'm not allowed to dance with any

don't need the money. Why do

t him as if he'd spok

ing my good-for-nothing-but-trouble drug dealer of a boyfrien

to Carmela, in which I'll be out on my ass if I don't have

rm across my face. "I won't eve

la ," he gently removed my hand from my face and looked down

n't need to be here. T

or me. I'm with you on tha

of ice and a bottle of Club Soda. Taking the tray from her, he poured the Club So

ri

hated being drunk. I needed nothing more than t

ure panty-dropping smi

revealed that I-know-something-that-you-don't-know exp

eaving through my intoxicated brain about Eric's inexplicable b

ina. I nee

can assure you, Patrón is nobody's friend," Tina sa

ou'll start out doing things that's just not

response. Far too inebr

home. You seem a little out of it. Sleep i

ument