Everyone waseither a stepping stone, irrelevant or a tool to her. Jason had evenheard, her own parents had gone away to escape the child they molded. ...Now, she was Bobby's problem. That one fact was enough to put a smile onJason's face as he put the dinner out on the table. He exited the room andplaced his heels back on before heading down the hallway towards the greatroom. Elizabeth looked up and said, "I heard your sissy heels clicking on myfloor as you walked in."Bobby gave her an obligatory. “It’s my birthday, dammit!” she proclaimed to the empty room. So, instead, she pulled out a half-filled bottle of Patron Silver Tequila and poured out what she assumed was a shot into her wine glass. She dug in a bin, found a half-rotten lime, cut out the fuzzy part and grabbed some salt.“Is it lime, tequila, salt? Or is it tequila, salt, lime? I can’t ever remember.” she said to herself. She mixed it all up. She licked the salt, bit into the lime, drank the shot, then to top it off, sucked. I must say we both looked good enough to eat. Our job consisted of greeting the guests as they arrived, issuing them name tags and directing them to their assigned tables.We also had to circulate through the hall and make sure everyone were getting their drinks and appetizers. Once the social hourended and dinner was served we were pretty much just on stand-by answering questions and doing a lot of smiling. These partiesgenerally lasted 3-4 hours and after the dinner was finished we could lay. I’ll try one.”“You’re not the first person to have a hangover. Trust me, I’ve had worse.”“Sorry.”“And the parental units?”Rebecca rolled her eyes. “I’m grounded for life. And beyond! After I die, they’re going to dig me up and ground me all over again! I’m dead!”Jack laughed at the teen. “Again, don’t think you’re so special. Trust me, I’ve been grounded, too. Don’t worry. No matter how bad you screw up, sooner or later they are going to want you out of the house, even if it’s just so they can.