Karla got into her car and drove out to the bar right out of town. She had gotten this text from her friend Faye asking if she could come and get her. She looked into the mirror and brushed her hair back. She got out of the car and walked into the bar. She looked around for Faye; She spotted her sitting at the bar with her head down on her arms. She walked over. “Ready to go?” She asked trying to look at her face.
