She unearthed the bottle of vodka from the freezer where it had been hibernating since her accident and grabbed a glass from the cupboard. She drank two shots in quick succession, then she stripped and went into the bathroom. She washed herself perfunctorily, refusing the temptation to finish what Eddie had started when he’d touched her in the staff room less than an hour ago. She would take that need and make it work for her. She would dance until there was nothing but music and movement, and she would find a man. Because there would be someone. There had to be, despite how she felt right now. Her heart might not be in it at first, but once she had a few drinks in her, once she’d gotten up close and personal with a hard body on the dance floor, the rest would fall into place. She spent some time on her makeup and hair, then dressed and sprayed strategic body parts with her favorite perfume. Then she killed time with Far Cry 4. At 9:30 she downed another couple of shots of vodka and called a cab.
