Her ability to brazenly answer that question is what kept her unemployed and living a life according to her whims. That life was primarily made up of partying all night and merely existing through the day.
The remainder of that day was spent lying in bed, staring at her phone until Jessie called early in the evening, urging Kitty to grab dinner with her and plan the night ahead. She already knew of a couple parties they could hit.
They bounced out of the first party of the night relatively early. It ran out of liquor shortly after they arrived and no one seemed to be willing to take on the task of getting more. On the way down to the street they ran into Skip. Skip told them about some corporate shindig he knew of that was happening on a roof top. Some event to celebrate some companies great successes or something or other. It would have an open bar with free booze until they could figure out where else to go. “Plus,” Skip added in, “those guys always have coke.”
The event was classier than what they were dressed for and they stuck out, clearly not belonging there. They posted up at the bar without a care if it was their scene and proceeded to drink freely.
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