The bottles from the twelve-pack Ryder had placed on the bar disappeared from the carton and were dumped into a trashcan. Alecia curled into a ball. Ryder's and Sheila's perfect speech long ago began to slur and now both stumbled over each other as they danced and talked. Not once had Ryder offered her a drink, or seen to any of her needs. If there was only a bartender here. What would her fiancé do, if she let Mr. Bartender drop his arms around her like the way he did with Sheila? She could look at the bartender biting on the side of her bottom lip like Ryder did. Ryder...