Victoria

The Lion's Den was buzzing with its usual night crowd: young professionals winding down after work, clutching overpriced cocktails and laughing too loudly at jokes that weren't funny. I nursed my gin and tonic. The ice had long melted, making the drink almost tasteless----just like my mood.

"You're looking particularly murderous tonight," Penelope said, sliding into the booth across from me. Her hair was perfect as always, not a strand out of place ...