There was, however, the unfortunate matter of our tab – which, after at least an hour in “The Champaign Room,” was not likely to be insubstantial, and which was made additionally problematic by the fact that Mike and I did not have twenty bucks between us. That’s how we met Tanya.
Continued from: Chapter 1: “Great Expectations”
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Handsomely Intoxicated 