8
I woke with a fifty-megaton nuclear warhead exploding in my head. “Oh fuuuck.”
“Hey look! Snow White’s waking up,” said a harsh female voice somewhere nearby.
Another voice cackled. “What you think she in for? I say DUI. She looks like a drunk.”
“Naw! I say she got her white a*s busted for assault. Prolly put a beatdown on some ho gettin’ cozy with her man.”
More laughter.
“Fuck.” I gritted my teeth, sat up, and opened my eyes.
Bars. Why are there… s**t. I’m in jail. Why am I in jail?
Two scantily clad women sat on the other side of the holding cell.
I tried to remember how I got here, but my memories were jumbled in bits and pieces. A hotel room. Not mine. Bigger. A man yelling. Bitter-tasting beer. City lights. Sin City. I was in Vegas. For StoryCon and my bachelorette party.
