The club was sleepy tonight, it happened sometimes, particularly during the week. Only Mara and I were dancing, each doing two sets. I"d just come off my first set and worked the crowd a bit, but damn I was parched. The hot stage lights didn"t do me any favors in that department.
I stopped at the bar on the way to my dressing room. "Hey, Bertie, can I have some ice water?"
Corinne had installed an extra filtration system for the water and ice machine years ago. She had the tastiest ice water in town, though only she and I seemed to know it.
"You got it, Ami." She grinned at me and grabbed my special cup. All the dancers have their own cups, with lids, so we can have our drinks in the dressing room without fear of spilling and ruining any of the costumes or makeup. It"d be an expensive u
