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“You know, I never imagined I would still be going to country club dinners when I was twenty-three god damn years old,” Fiona sighed rather dramatically, taking a long sip of poorly mixed margarita in her glass...but she couldn’t help the laugh that accented the lilt of her words. The woman glancing over at Ace in the seat next to her. “But here I am in this stuffy dress, wondering why the hell I decided to let my Mama talk me into that kind of torture, again. Maybe I should know better by now, but it still surprises me how vicious all those old ladies can get.” She shook her head, attempting to flag the bartender down for another drink after wincing through another sip. “You’re damn lucky you don’t have to go to those things anymore. I would just about kill to have the privilege of skipping out on my Mama’s silly dinners.”