Chapter 12: LSDIt was nighttime at Cynthia’s apartment. The balcony lights were on. The glow from the infinity pool's lights highlighted the pristine patio walkway and the shiny two-story windows. Suddenly, Cynthia’s peaceful moment was broken by three hard knocks on her front door. Cynthia quickly checked the monitor to see who was outside. She sighed. It was Annabelle with a bottle of champagne
“Let me in!” Annabelle screeched. “I want to show you my new commercial!”
Cynthia, begrudgingly, opened the door.
“We’re going to watch my new commercial, and then we’re going to get shift faced!” Annabelle burst in like a whirlwind. “Where’s your DVD player?”
“I’ll put it on,” Cynthia said, taking the DVD. “You pop the cork.” She looked at a small bottle in Annabelle’s hand. “What’s the aspi
