Becca glanced at the clock. It was 1:30. She had just enough time to make it for Last Call. The entire night flashed before her eyes. Every mistake haunted her as she weighed her options, wondering if it really was too late for her and Jameson.

Should I stay or should I go?

Becca could think of nothing more pathetic than staying home and watching Dirty Dancing alone on the couch on a Saturday night, so she brushed her teeth, fixed her makeup and slammed the door behind her.

On the way, she texted Sassy: hey, u still at houdini bar?

~

Karl was walking through a Vietnamese jungle, machine-gun in hand, his eyes searching the environment for any signs of an ambush. A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek as he heard a distant thunder.

He spun around, his fearful eyes trying to locate the source of the rumbling, which seemed to be growing more and more urgent.

Karl jolted awake, his fist sending Sassy’s cell phone into orbit. The fear of God in him, he yelled, “Incoming!” and dived behind the bar.