Rosalie & Allyson || Rough Night
Allyson had just settled in her NYC hotel room. Lying on the bed, she stared blankly at the ceiling. She missed her daughter. This would be the first time she was actually away and not bring her along. Why do they send me to the farthest places? She questioned herself. NYC for a week to work on this case. I wish I could bring baby girl. Thoughts stormed her mind until she finally sat up from misery. Looking out her room window, she saw flashing strobe lights across the street, music blaring. Ally decided to go check it out.
Entering the stuffy bar, the mestiza squeezed her way through the drunken crowd and sat herself down at the bar. Waving down the bartender, she ordered, "AMF!" The bartender handed her the drink and Allyson took it, swinging her seat to face the crowd as she swirled the little red straw, scanning the grounds.
