“I’m sorry,” Cam whispered when she realized what she’d just done.
Debby stared at her for a moment, then turned and bounced away to continue her sweep of the room.
“I wondered when she was going to get you to do that,” said a voice behind Cam.
She turned to see Barbara standing behind her.
“What?” Cam was good at being succinct.
Barbara just laughed. She gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder and walked away.
Cam downed another mug of beer.
She didn’t really remember what happened the rest of the night, but she did remember it was daybreak before she managed to make it back to her apartment. Cam couldn’t even remember how she’d gotten home. Her clothes littered the hall of her apartment, each piece left on the floor just as she’d shed them. She’d never had a hangover like that before, either.