“Thanks,” she chimed, stepping out of the bathroom and reaching into her purse. “Singing is my calling.”
“I can see that,” Lexi told her.
Jessie eyed her carefully before pulling out a tiny silver bottle. Lexi looked it over suspiciously unsure of the contents that lay within or why she even had it with her.
“What's that?”
“Patron,” Jessie said shrugging. Without further ado, she tipped her head back and poured a shot worth of tequila into her mouth.
“You flasked in Patron?”
The girl clearly had more money than she knew what to do with, yet she was bringing in a flask to a bar. This was something she hadn't experienced since college, when they used to sneak in bottles to the football games. It had been thrilling at the time. They were young and anxious to drink at every opportunity.
