I spin the whiskey tumbler between my two hands as my eyes scan the bar. I shift slightly in the barstool, my shimmery deep red velvet slip dress shifting in the light. I bring my glass to my lips, painted a deep red to match my dress to keep from tugging it lower. I feel my phone buzz from my small handbag and I pull it out to see my best friend’s name across the screen. “Have fuuuun, Em! You’re finally free from that bo...