Check the bar.
She left the bathroom and beelined for the bar in the kitchenette, several overpriced bottles glittering under the hotel lighting.
But one amber bottle sat to the side with a yellow ribbon around the neck and a card tucked beneath a round flask, a silver sunflower carved into it.
“What’s that?” Taylor asked, peering around her shoulder. She snagged the card out of Hanna’s hand before she could read it.
“Arizona,” she read. “You can be nice to anyone for three days. But if you can’t, here’s some emergency bourbon to take the edge off. M.”
Taylor threw her head back in a cackle. “Oh yeah, you two are totally platonic.”
Hanna stared at the note and felt a bubble of panic rise in her chest. She grimaced, pulling the cork from the bottle and taking a swig before filling the flask, grasping for the breathing exercises Olivia had taught her.
“Just don’t judge me this weekend, okay?”
By the time Sara left the suite, blown out and blurred, she was a bottle of champs down and ready to party. Hanna’s thirty-year-old back twitched. She rocked in the elevator in her heels, already certain they’d be slung in her hands by the end of the night.
As they descended a thousand floors, she pulled at the hem of her skirt, acutely aware of how short it was. Her phone buzzed in her clutch, rattling against her new flask.
DO NOT ANSWER
Excited to see you tonight!
(3) Missed Calls ALWAYS ANSWER
ALWAYS ANSWER
You update my name in your phone to sometimes answer?
HANNA
Sorry, was busy squeezing myself into the world’s smallest dress.
ALWAYS ANSWER
Logan and Sloane broke up.
HANNA
Oh.
Jesus.
Is he a mess?
ALWAYS ANSWER
He’s being alarmingly chill about the whole thing.
“What’s going on?” Sara asked.
“Sloane and Logan broke up,” she murmured. The elevator stopped and they poured out into the casino.
“What! What happened? Is he okay?”
“I’m not sure. All my intel is coming from Milo. He says things seem okay?”
Sara tilted her head. “Huh.”
