Becca opened the door to Houdini Bar and stood there with arms akimbo.

“Behold, it is Kali, the goddess of destruction!” Karl was heard yelling, before the loud thwack! of his head hitting the table reverberated throughout the bar.

Sassy had been weaving seductively towards Old Bess in the seconds before Becca entered, the champagne making her giddy and silly. Sassy had an arm draped around the bartender when Becca opened the door, which she quickly dropped, a guilty expression washing over her face. But Becca had already seen.

“Sassy, what the HELL is going ON?!”

Then Becca turned and saw Prandi doing a one-woman tango in front of Jameson. Becca’s eyes narrowed as she saw the ear-to-ear grin on his face. Then Jameson noticed Becca, but the strangest thing was that his eyes did not seem to register her presence. Unlike his smarmy friend Paul, he didn’t even flinch.

It was as if she didn’t exist.

Before Becca could come up with a biting enough insult to fling at Jameson, he said, “Who invited you?”