The drink was insanely but deceptively strong, and went straight to her head after the first sip. "So this is the life you lead here? Drinking and dancing and standing at that typewriter during the day? Learning Spanish as you go, word by word."
Abi set the glass down, turning and looking out at the crowd behind them. Everyone was laughing and having fun, dancing and drinking. "I don't know why anyone would leave this place. It's kind of perfect?" she asked softly, "Mind, any place where you go is going to be fun. You're Ernest fucking Hemingway. Fun follows you around."