As I pulled out from the parking lot the next morning, I wondered – for the first time since I started my job – if what I was doing now was really worth it.
The night ended soon after Justine threw up on her own dress after consuming one too many alcoholic drinks. All of us were tipsy therefore rendering none of us fit for driving, which also meant no after party at the club house. I'd stumbled out of the club with Lars' arm draped casually over my shoulders. Brittany kept shooting me subtle dirty looks as soon as she saw me with Lars. No idea why because she had another guy on her own arm. He looked delicious, too, so her jealousy was really uncalled for. I ended up allowing Lars to send me home, risky as it may have sounded. Pitied the guy though. He actually walked me right up to my do
