At eight p.m., inside the vibrant, hedonistic Cross Bar, men and women swirled in a frenzy of music and movement.
Yvonne brought Wendy Moore in and immediately ordered two Long Island Iced Teas.
Wendy rarely visited bars and knew little about cocktails. "Yvonne, let's go somewhere else to celebrate. I'll treat you to some spicy crayfish?"
The bar's flashing lights and deafening noise assaulted her eardrums.
Yvonne, a nightlife enthusiast, shouted into Wendy's ear, "Wendy, I've called my brother—my real brother! I'll introduce you two in a bit! He's an artist too!"
She'd long wanted to set up her older brother, Zack Perry, with Wendy. After all, why let good fortune go to outsiders? One was her brother, the other her best friend—what better way to keep things in the family?
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