Thirty minutes later, The Rusty Anchor was no longer a dive bar. It was Aria Sinclair's kingdom.
She was standing on top of a booth, swaying slightly in her heels, holding a bottle of Don Julio 1942 like the Statue of Liberty holding the torch.
"Listen up, peasants!" Aria shouted over the bass drop of a Megan Thee Stallion remix.
The room, packed with sweaty crew members and drunk actors, cheered.
"This round is on me!" Aria announced, gesturing wildly with the bottle. "You know why? Because my husband is rich! Like, super insanely rich and handsome! And he's so hot! And he's got a big dick! Huge! He's incredible in bed and he is going to rock my world tonight!"
She punctuated the statement with a violent, enthusiastic thrust of her hips that nearly sent her toppling off the leather seat.
The bartender began lining up shots as the crowd roared approval.
