WINTER'S POV
Once, when I was waitressing at a seedy bar downtown, a group of girls my age had come in. They were all overdressed for a bar of that standard. All eyes had been on these four girls the minute they walked in. Jane and I had also stopped to state. To be fair, Jane had whistled the moment she saw them.
Jane wasn't on shift, she had only followed me so I wouldn't have to walk home by myself after my shift ended. Luckily, it was my table they were sitting at. I had eagerly rushed to the table to ask for their orders.
"Something so terrible that we won't remember tonight in the morning."
Ordinarily, I never engaged customers in conversations, but I couldn't resist talking to these girls. "Why not?"
"We're bar hopping so we can go to the club and dance the night away." The on
