Nadine Has Problems of Her Own

Nadine stood there, confused, surrounded by girls dressed like her... "What's up with you tonight?" Dani asked her. "You act like you aren't even here. You hung over or something?" "Hung over...I don't drink," Nadine said. Even as she said it, it seemed odd. She had this vague memory, that was becoming more clear, of being at a bar. But she had never been in such a place in her life. "Since when?" Dani asked her. "I mean...it's not like you're an alcoholic or anything..." "Me...what about you? You drank twice as much as me Tuesday night," Nadine said. She wondered where that had come from. It was the same memory...she and Dani had taken a night off (even working girls needed a break), and gone to...