To Athena’s mind, some disasters unequivocally merited getting s**t-faced. As it happened, there were only two places to get drunk in Eden’s Ridge. Elvira’s Tavern catered to the respectable crowd, the nice folks who rarely indulged enough to start a bar fight. As it was also where Kennedy worked as a bartender, and as Athena had absolutely no intention of talking this s**t out with her sisters, it was automatically off the table.
That left The Right Attitude. She’d always privately thought that meant a bad attitude, given the clientele who frequented it. Those respectable folks didn’t darken its door, and the Sheriff’s Department was on speed dial. Heads were regularly cracked and glassware busted. She hadn’t been inside since an unfortunate incident testing out a fake ID when she was ei
