What was he doing back here? Wasn't he supposedly in jail? I chugged a mouthful of vodka and enjoyed the warmth coursing down my throat and rest in my stomach. Who am i kidding of course he didn't go to jail, I was sure he had connections. I looked at my pale face in the mirror and chugged another mouthful. Who invited him to this occasion. It obviously wasn't Keith, he seemed to not recognize the guy. someone tapped my shoulder snapping me out of my reverie.
"Hey, Klara, right? Keith's looking for you." she adjusted her makeup then added, "He's right outside." then walked out leaving me there gripping the tiles and my bottle tightly. I took another gulp then headed out. I hope he didn't ask me anything about it. I forced a smile to my face then stepped out of the washroom. Keith was lean
