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"One more," she mumbled to the bartender who had been keeping her an eye for she was now totally wasted.
She has been drinking for hours now. She sat on the barstool and didn't leave it unless she had to use the toilet. And the bartender made sure that no one would take her seat on her trip to the restroom.
She just landed this morning from a fourteen-hour direct flight from LA and she just deposited her luggage to her hotel and came to this club.
She hasn't informed anyone of her whereabouts. None from her family nor her friends. She has no way to tell them what happened to her trip to LA.
"Hey, it's not my business since I'm just here to serve drinks, but you've been drinking non-stop for about three hours -- maybe it's a good time to stop? Or go dancing?" he cocked his head to the dance floor that is now littered with bodies.
