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“I don’t plan on drinking over in paradise”

“Oh , Olivia! Let loose and have fun!” Miranda says, giving me a playful shove

We walk inside the club to flickering wall sconces, richly finished wallIt’s all very authentic A young gentleman escorts us to an inforame of craps or Texas hold’em and drinks before the show

“What’s tonight’s performance?” Miranda asks him

“A comedy show, ma’am,” he responds

“Really? I wanted to dance,” she says, a pout across her lips

“Me, too,” Amanda concurs

As the gentleman walks away, I mutter to myself, “We have almost two hours to kill”

“Let’s get this party started,” Miranda says “I need a drink”

“Oooh, irls rush toward the bar while I trail behind

Not yet crowded, we find a large enough space at the bar to accoaritas?” Miranda asks the gentleman behind the bar He doesn’t look like your typical bartender, dressed in a light cotton golf shirt and straw fedora

“Absolutely, entleman says, with a distinct Caribbean accent

“I love your accent! Say so else,” Amanda squeals

“Howhis words

“I don’t want—”