Like most Friday evenings, the local New York bar was full of college students. Most of them were either playing pool or trying their luck at a make out session.
One girl, however, remained silent in the corner, rolling her eyes at her friend who was flirting badly on the other side of the bar.
The smoke was becoming thicker now, blinding the girl and making her cough.
She shoved her empty glass across the dirty table and got to her feet, rushing out the side door quickly, ignoring protests from her peers.
“Hey Rach, where you goin’?” one voice came, followed by the distinct mumbling of someone else a few feet behind.
Rachel looked up, straightening her back, and looked the girl she hardly knew in the eyes.
“I’m tired and I have work to do tomorrow,” Rachel replied, slinging her long brown locks over her shoulder.
“It’s Saturday. Live a little, girl!”
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