Birthright

She half sat up and attempted to slurp beer without pouring it on her neck. Once setting it aside, she answered. “It’s boring. Especially because in Vegas it’s like the Rapture at 11 a.m. I do a bunch of side jobs to make money. I pour coffee, I waitress for a catering company, sometimes I do dumb stuff on the street to see if tourists will toss me change. I barely get anything from the ‘Nerves once it’s divided between the four of us. Strike that. Five, since Brian brought in that bitchy violinist part time.”

She made a bleh sound.

“Susie. She’s a half-breed, only she thinks I don’t know it.”