Luckily, as I tear out of Reid's bar, after telling him off, I see Tory getting out of a shared ride car. No need to text her to regroup.
"Hey," I say, when we catch up to each other. "Let's go somewhere else."
"Great, I know a place. It's in the basement of the new Polynesian restaurant down the block."
"I'm already so there."
"Are you okay?"
"I just completely broke it off with Reid."
"Good for you."
"Lesson learned — never date the bartender," I add.
We swing around and head towards the new lounge. As we descend into the den, down a stairway decorated with palms and banana leaf wallpaper, I can already feel that I made the right decision. No more hanging out in Reid's crapp...

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