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and be a professional.”
    Mary nodded.
    “Well,” the other woman said. “I really want you to get it, because I think you need it, but I also really don’t want you to leave.”
    “I know,” Kirsten said. “But Granite Valley’s not that far. What, two hours?”
    Mary just shook her head.
    “I fucking hate Bruce,” she said.
    Peyton took up the cheer.
    “We fucking hate Bruce!” she called to the table.
    This time, the next table over, filled with younger men who looked like they might be at a bachelor party, joined in, hoisting their glasses.
    “We don’t know him, but we hate him!” one of them called over.
    Kirsten nearly spit her champagne out from laughing so hard.

    An hour later, they’d taken a cab to yet another casino, where they walked past the massive gaming room to a door with a line out side of it.
    The door looked like a bank vault, and it was guarded by a man who looked like he might be wearing a bellhop’s uniform. There was no sign over the door, even though there was a line outside.
    Is this one of those places that pretends to be a secret to drum up more business, because that way everyone who goes feels like they’re in on something cool? Kirsten wondered.
    She looked at the line, which was easily a hundred people long, then took a deep breath and resigned herself to it.
    You are going to have fun , she thought. You will dance with your girlfriends and you will have a nice time .
    Three of them started heading for the back of the line, only for Lily to turn around and admonish them.
    “What are you guys doing?” she asked, almost sounding wounded. “You think I’d plan you a Vegas trip just so you could wait in a line? ”
    They stood stock-still for a moment. Then Kirsten started giggling, then Peyton, then Mary.
    “Sorry, Lils,” Kirsten said. “You looked so mad for a second.”
    By now Lily was giggling right along with them.
    “Come on, you jerks,” she said, playfully. “Let’s do this thing.”
    After chatting with the bouncer for a few moments — an interaction which, for Lily, involved shaking his hand and taking his business card — he spun the dial on the vault-like door and opened it, letting the girls into an entryway caged in by thin metal bars. Just out of reach were stacks and stacks of money, and Kirsten was too drunk to know if it was real or fake.
    “They really went nuts with this theme,” she said.
    “They’re thinking about opening one in Reno,” Lily said, walking to the far end of the hall and tapping on a panel. “It would be more Wild West themed, though.”
    “Of course,” said Peyton, half rolling her eyes.
    Then the whole wall swung open. Another bouncer stamped their wrists, and then they walked into the club.
    It was dark, strobes and spotlights everywhere, and Kirsten had to blink and let her eyes adjust for a moment before she could see a thing. Over to the left was the bar area, mobbed by people, surrounded by massive, sumptuous leather booths full of rich-looking people with bottles on the table, their tables roped off. Up a roped-off staircase, there were more booths, and then on the right, a few steps down to a dance floor full of writhing people, a DJ on a platform above spinning records and hanging out with a few girls who seemed to be wearing only jeans and bikini tops.
    In fact, dancing on pillars above the dance floor, there seemed to be a number of women wearing petticoats, cowboy boots, and bikini tops. Kirsten immediately felt over-dressed in her high-necked, knee-length dress.
    Is this what’s sexy now? she wondered. Bikini tops and petticoats?
    “Go dance!” Lily shouted. “I’m going to get us drinks!”
    Kirsten just nodded, and let Peyton and Mary pull her onto the floor.
    She didn’t know any of the songs they were playing, but Kirsten was far too drunk and far too divorced to give a shit, so she wiggled her booty and got down her with bad self. Lily brought her a drink, she danced with someone okay-looking