Kristen

Two beers in, Kendall and I occupy the center of the makeshift dance floor. Even with the windows and front door open, the large room is much too warm, and our dance moves further heat our bodies.

“I need a drink,” I inform her, my mouth near her ear, voice raised.

“Wait until this song ends,” she pleads.

Of course, I wait. I don’t want to walk through the large crowd alone.  We operate as each other’s wing-women and vowed long ago never to leave ...