Walk of shame

You open the door. The bar is empty and brightly lit. Chairs are up on the tab and Bob is pushing around the vacuum.

“You’re awake. You look pretty bad Ivy… are you ok.” Bob asks.

You shrug. “I’ve been better. Sorry. That was pretty terrible.”

“I’ve had worse. It was fun. I had a change of clothes and the clean up was pretty easy. But like the note said, no more Absinthe for you…” Bob says. “You can let yourself out. The door will lock by itself.

You nod and walk past him, heading to the front door.

You step outside…