Who: Mneme and George When: Late Evening Where: The Resort What: Neither Mneme or George can go to Bar for the cheaper drinks, so they head to the resort instead. Rating: TBD
Mneme wasn't sure how much more rejection she could take. It was precisely why she did not attempt to contact Rahul. Better to wait and see if he would call her. If she contacted him she risked looking desperate and turning him off completely. After work, after essentially getting dumped without ever being in a relationship to begin with, like some sort of nightmarish pre-relationship break up, Mneme needed to get drunk.
She didn't bother dressing up for the resort, as if daring them to turn her away. She wore heels, jeans and a skimpy blouse that showed off much of her bare back. No one stopped her. A few older men bought her drinks and she turned them away, mostly because she could, because it felt normal for her to do the rebuking. (Their age didn't hurt, either. Normally Mneme liked older men but she couldn't get the sheriff out of her head. Her admirers were just the convenient target of her frustrations.)
It was terribly spiteful, but Mneme just wanted to have someone wrapped around her finger, if for no other reason than to prove that she could. And if that weren't possible, she wanted to have the temporary attention of someone who was nothing like Mitch or Wilbur.