The sounds of old school music flowed through Cadence’s speakers during happy hour at the club. The mature crowd of men and women stood together in clusters, drinking and chatting. A few brave couples graced the dance floor, hand dancing and busting old moves. The club was crowded as usual. Good food, music, and the energetic atmosphere kept the regulars returning.“Nikki, slow down on the drinks,” Corina scolded. “That’s your fifth. You’re not a drinker and you didn’t eat anything at dinner.”
“I’m all right,” Nikki said in slurred speech. She hiccupped. “Oops.” She covered her mouth with a hand and giggled.
Corina placed a hand to her head. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.” Nikki hiccupped again. “But I’m feeling good.” The waiter, Cory passed by with a drink tray. She attempted to grab
