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Thank goodness for hotel bars. And a very lax policy on checking IDs, because while Lauren had the fake stashed in her clutch (far enough away from her real one to avoid mix-ups), she hadn’t needed it. Not yet, anyway. It was packed, surprising for the evening, but she managed to find a seat right at the bar. She didn’t know what brought on the idea, getting dressed up and heading downstairs but the strappy heels and short, fitted black dress seemed to be in her favor, judging from the drink that appeared in front of her not even five minutes after she sat down.

Lauren glanced at the bartender, who nodded in the direction of a guy at the other end of the bar, sporting a suit and looking like he was about to come over and nope. Briefly she cursed at herself, thinking she should’ve dragged Mercedes down with her, because drinking alone always seemed to be a homing beacon for these kinds of awkward ass situations and encounters. 

She pushed the highball glass aside, hoping that would be enough for him to get the hint and instead ordered herself a rum and Coke, further twisting her body away from the man, still hoping to nab her attention but it was now focused on a familiar and handsome face entering  the bar. Painted lips stretched into a smile and she waved Sebastian over, thankful when the guy caught on to her dismissal and finally turned away, leaving her to greet her friend properly. “Hey there. Glad I don’t have to sit here alone all night.”