Amber threw back the tiny bottle of vodka, swallowed, allowed her face to contort as she savored the liquid burn, then squealed ever slightly.
“God, I love when record companies remember to send fully-stocked limos to drive us to these parties, don't you?" she asked of Crystal, who was quite immersed in her phone.
“Just go easy, okay Amber darling? We don't want you exposing more than you already are tonight?"
“Do you suppose Duke is already at the party?" Amber asked, checking her reflection again in the tinted window.
“I don't know. He didn't call me back yet, and we're nearly there."
“How do my t**s look in this dress?" Amber asked as she spun back toward Crystal, eager for a juicy compliment.
“In my dress, darling, and they look great."
“Thank you. So do you."
The limo stopped
