London took a deep breath and let her head fall back against the wall for a moment. Her feet throbbed and she still needed to make the half mile hike to the trolley. Knowing she’d never get there if she never started, she grabbed her purse, waved at Brent the security guard, on her way out and started up the hill toward the nearest stop.
She’d worked her way up from hostess, to waitress, and was now a bartender making a semi decent wage, but only if you included her tips. She wove her way through the crowds that were still filling the street, and not even thinning at half past ten at night. The summer season was just kicking off and while it was a great time to make money and she would work her ass off to make enough to cover rent and food during the off season, she was sick of the never-
