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I head to a wooden bar, painted bright red and plastered with little gold stars. On the front is a sign saying "Evil Shots - Get 'Em While They're Cursed." Behind the bar is a petite redhead, again with a plastic mask. She's wearing a nametag that says "Screams 'Daddy' during orgasm." "Hey," she says to me, giving me a good look up and down. "Glad you could make it." "Do we know each other?" I say. "Hmm," she says, stepping back. "I thought we did." She pours a capful of clear liquid into a shot glass. "Evil Shot?" "Would you have one with me?" "Thought you'd never ask," she said, producing another glass out of thin air. "Have you ever tried absinthe?" "Is this absinthe?" I say, holding the glass in the air and looking through it. "No, I was just wondering if you've ever tried it." "You're a strange one." "I better be. I'm the secret co-host of this little shindig. I'm Rachel," she says, holding out her hand. "Nice to meet you. Great party." "Ah. What else you gonna do on a Friday summer night?" She holds up her glass. "Salut." "Skoal." "You're toasting to a brand of chewing tobacco?" I pause. "Have you seen Jason?" "Oh, he ran upstairs to get some more ice. He should be back shortly. Have a spin around the party. Enjoy yourself." "Um...okay." And with that, I'm off again.
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