Because that seems like the only logical thing to do when I’m about to have a breakdown in the men’s bathroom because I walked through the wrong door.

It takes four calls for him to pick up.

“For the love of God, Olivia, I’m trying to watch Good Morning America.”

“But it’s not morning.”

“I record it.”

“Oh.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Is there something you needed?”

“Yeah.”

“And that is?”

I take a deep breath, count to three, and then burst into tears.

“My boobs look really great in this shirt and this guy guessed I’m a Capricorn and he bought me a drink and he definitely wants to sleep with me, which is fantastic because that was the point of putting my lady business on full display. But then Francesca shows up and asks about you and suddenly I look like the shady fake girlfriend who’s trying to cheat on her fake boyfriend with a guy who’s wearing jeans from 2009 and who is not six feet tall and I broke all of Bree’s rules and I think she suspects something and I don’t know what to do. And I’m very upset and there’s a man using a urinal next to me and he’s looking at me like I’m crazy, but I’m not crazy—I’m just a little drunk and—”

“Jesus, Olivia, where are you?”

“The men’s room.”

“Where?”

“Baker Street Lounge,” I say. “We’re going to Atlas next.”

The phone call ends and I smile weakly at the man zipping his pants before I leave the bathroom.

Tonight, I decide, can’t get much worse.

* * *

Francesca and her friends are getting their drinks when Deacon comes back with mine. It barely grazes my hand when it’s ripped away, like stealing candy from a baby. If that baby was twenty-two and the candy was, well, alcohol. I let out a soft sob.

“Hey, thanks!” Asher chugs down my drink and cringes when he finishes. “That was possibly the cheapest vodka I’ve ever had the displeasure of tasting.”

“That was also possibly the rudest thing I’ve ever had the displeasure of witnessing.”

“The night is still young, Olivia.”

I don’t know who to avoid first—Deacon, who is confused and rightfully offended by Asher’s brash manner; Bree, who is in mid-conversation with Deacon’s friend Felix, but is still watching this mess unfold; or Emanuel, who is buzzed and amused by the current situation. Even Javon from Marketing has taken an interest.

`“Is this guy bothering you, Liv?” Deacon asks.

“Am I bothering her?” Asher says. “You must not have spent enough time with her if she isn’t bothering you.”

“I don’t like your attitude.”

“Most people don’t.”

This is not going to end well.