“Sheesh, this place is packed out huh?” Chrissy mutters as we settle onto the barstools.
“It sure is,” I say as I look around.
The atmosphere screams first class. The ocean can be seen through the large glass windows, the walls have been painted a dark shade of brown with dimmed chandeliers scattered upon the high arch ceilings only offering a hint of light. Burgundy carpets line the floors with tables being dressed in white and champagne buckets sitting on top with candles. I feel as though I've stepped into a movie with classical music playing in the background.
“Would you like to open up a tab?” The bartender asks.
“Yes, we'd love to,” Chrissy responds as she digs through her bag.
“Sure. My name's Nga and tonight I'll be your barman. Anything you want I'll make it and
