Julia gingerly rolled off the couch, testing her balance before venturing across the room. Her hangover wasn’t too bad, just enough to be irritating, making her want to stab whoever it was that was still knocking. She started to reach for the door of the suite but had the presence of mind to stop and check the peephole before ripping it off its hinges.

“Andie!” Julia exclaimed, catching a glimpse of her friend’s short, dark locks.

“Jules?” Andie called through the door. “What are you doing here?”

Julia unlocked the door and opened it. “Impromptu sleepover.” She turned and headed back to the couch.

“I thought you might be having one of those … but in someone else’s room,” Andie noted pointedly. She paused when she caught sight of the tipped-over wine bottle and Kat, still sprawled on the couch. “Rough night?”

“Ended up that way, yeah.” Julia collapsed back onto the couch.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for it.” Andie opened the suite’s mini fridge and pulled out two water bottles. She handed one to Julia and placed the other against the back of Kat’s neck.

“Aah!” Kat cried, gasping for breath and clutching at the bottle. She moaned and slowly shifted to a vertical position, like a ship’s sail being raised. “Actually, that felt good,” she conceded, resting the bottle against her neck again.

“I’ve gotta say, I was not expecting this.” Andie clicked her tongue and fussed over them like a mother hen, cleaning up the wine bottle and glasses and wiping Kat’s mascara-stained cheeks with a tissue. “When you left with Zach last night, you looked so happy.” She took a seat in the chair closest to the couch and handed Kat the tissue. “What happened?”

Kat dabbed at her eyes a little more. “Zach is a fame-hungry asshole is what happened.”

Andie turned to Julia for clarification.

“He got wind of the rumor that Kat is the TrendList reporter,” Julia explained.

“I’m still confused,” Andie confessed.

“He’s convinced my glowing review of his Dirty Dancing routine is going to, I don’t know, launch his Hollywood career or something.”

“Oh, so he’s delusional,” Andie snorted.

“One of his many faults, yes,” Kat agreed. She opened the water bottle and took a swig.

“I think the man has more faith in the power of that website to get him a job than I do,” Julia added.

“Well, clearly his employers think so too,” Andie said, gesturing at the sumptuous décor surrounding them. “All week long they’ve been catering to Kat.” She glanced at Julia. “I see now why you didn’t want them to know you were the reviewer.”

“Yeah, well, that cat is out of the bag.” Julia groaned. “And no, I’m not trying to be punny.”

“What are you trying to be?” Andie wondered.