CARMEN

“It's going to be a long night,” Rhea, my best friend since our first year of college, murmured as we walked into the living room.

“Oh, I love long nights,” I retorted and she gave me an eye roll.

The air was filled with the scent of bourbon, tequila, and the kind of desperation that only comes after three years of experiential learning in the most prestigious Yale law school.

We had finally finished the bar exam. The weight of the world—or at least the weight of the civil procedure and torts—had been lifted off our shoulders, and we were currently trying to have a night of fun.

The...