Dree swallowed hard, a little terrified, but a lot excited.
She sipped her first shot slowly and looked at the men lurking around the bar, sizing them up.
Most were attractive, well-dressed, and had good skin.
She stared at the napkin that read,Have a one-night stand.
Dree stared at those words a long time while she sipped the tequila and listened to several songs that the DJ played, psyching herself up.
The Buddha Bar partied around her.
Sequins on dresses flashed in the flickering strobe lights from the DJ booth.
Men leaned on the bar to talk to women and buy them drinks.
The air rang with flirting, laughter, and the subtle, hormonal undercurrent of people trying to fuck each other.
Yeah.
A one-night stand.
That should be Dree’s plan.
With those two more shots of liquid courage sitting in front of her, maybe she would go a bit farther down the list to the items where Roxanne and Gen had been one-upping each other, both of them trying to write something more scandalous than the last.
A threesome.
A foursome with three guys.
A gang bang.
That last one wasn’t happening.
Although, those three shots of tequila lurking on the tray might change her mind.
Dree finished her first tequila shot, feeling the burn down her throat, and set the empty shot glass on the wooden tray beside the two full ones.
Really, why shouldn’t she do something wild and crazy and irresponsible?
That asshole Francis had stolen everything she had worked her whole life for, from her savings account to her car.
Dree literally had nothing left to lose.
She should do something outrageous.
That girl Roxanne had been right.
Dree should have one crazy night to remember for the rest of her life.
The list beckoned.
Fuck a man against a wall in an alley.
An incredible night on the beach by the sea.
Ménage a whole bunch.
A little way down from her, a man stepped between the people on two bar stools and leaned on the bar to order a drink. He was tall, so very tall, and wearing a white tee-shirt that stretched tightly across his broad, muscular chest and shoulders. His biceps strained the cotton sleeves. When he reached for his amber drink, he wore a brushed-steel watch on his wrist that looked expensive.
