Brother and sister, through and through. They even had the same way of coping with a broken heart.
Ashley Grant downed one glass of alcohol after another, as if she had a death wish.
Lucy Locke watched her drink, completely exasperated. "Do you really have to go this far? Just a while ago, you were acting so high and mighty, like you were on top of the world. Now you're here drinking yourself into a stupor. What happened? Did you get dumped?"
"Do you ever shut up? Just piss off, will you?" Ashley Grant said irritably, pouring herself another glass.
Lucy Locke just watched her.
Ashley Grant was wearing a loose white t-shirt, high-waisted denim shorts, and a pair of pure white high-top canvas sneakers.
She had short, wavy, light brown hair. The bar's sultry lights played across her face as she slumped over the counter, exuding an air that was at once fresh, charismatic, and languid.
