The music thumped in Lucy’s ears as she wove her way through the crowded club, balancing the round tray on her palm. The flashing lights made everyone look like they were moving in slow motion, but her shift felt endless.
She stopped at one of the tables, placing two bottles of beer in front of a laughing couple, then turned toward the next booth, where a man was already waving for more wine.
Her feet were starting to ache in the black heels Vanessa had insisted she wear. “It makes you look taller,” Vanessa had said earlier. Right now, all Lucy could think about was getting them off.
When her tray was finally empty, she pushed through the crowd, heading for the bar counter. She placed the tray down with a sigh, rubbing the back of her neck.
"Another round?" the bartender called.
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