#Chapter 67: Letting it All Hang Out

After Megan, Rachel, and I took a few more shots, Maria started driving us to wherever it was she was taking us. I noticed we were closing in on Chianti, and I relaxed some. I knew the kind of men I’d find at the wine bar, and surely I could find a way to sit in the oversized leather chairs that hid most of my body. We got closer to Chianti, and I realized Maria wasn’t slowing down. “Um…you’re about to pass the wine bar,” I said, only slightly slurring my words. “What?” Maria asked. “Chianti, it’s right there,” I pointed. The three of them laughed. “Oh, honey,” Megan said. “You do not dress like this to go to a wine bar. You dress like this to go somewhere trashy, where the boys are desperate and needy.” “Oh…oh no,” I said, realizing where we were going. “You don’t mean…” Megan nodded, a huge smile crossing her face. “Yup. We’re going to Chickadee’s.” I inwardly groaned. Ch