Rebecca slammed her apartment door behind her and glared at her best friend Tonya, who glanced up from her magazine with a frown. “It went that bad?” “Worse than bad,” she said then dropped onto the couch, sinking into the soft suede cushions. “Tell me the truth, Tonya. Is there a sign on my forehead that reads ‘losers welcome’?” Tonya giggled softly and set her magazine aside. “Didn’t he have any redeeming qualities? At least one? He was gorgeous.” Rebecca sighed. “Gorgeous does not mean gentleman or even smart. All he talked about was himself and his money. And, of course, let’s not forget his little trick of slipping a drug into my drink.” Tonya gasped and sat forward, her green eyes widening in shock. “He did what? ” “You know that mirror that hangs behind the bar at the Pinnacle Room?” Tonya nodded and Rebecca continued, “I was at the bar and happened to look up into that mirror and see him slip a small blue pill into my drink and then stir it.
