The second slot locked into place on a collage of colorful pills and musical notes. Jess pressed a hand to her forehead. She felt dizzy. Her short-time memory slid around like loose building blocks. What was she doing in this bar...?
A rising wave of music drew Jess McCree's attention.
She looked up. She wasn't sitting a tiny desert dive bar anymore. Jess was in a warehouse-like club, where the shadows of sexy young people writhed together under smoke and pulsing lights. Jess looked down at herself. She wasn't wearing her armor and poncho. Instead, she had on stylish cowboy boots, daisy dukes, a white halter top, a neckerchief, and a polished leather jacket. The bartender set something down for her: a pill and a glass of water.
A devilish smile replaced Jess's look of confusion. She didn't even notice her perfect make-up, with her glossy scarlet lipstick and heavy olive eye shadow. She pushed the pill between her lips with a flirty wink, washed it down, and tipped her wide-brimmed hat in appreciation. As the pulsing music flooded Jess's senses, she pranced into the writhing crowd with a yee-haw.
She didn't stay to see what the final slot landed on.
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