Sin City Baby

Her eyes connected with mine as our food was set in front of us. The four of us ate and caught up a little bit, asking each other about the past ten years. Chanel talked a little bit about her years at Cornell and what she had been doing afterward, and Ana talked about how she had somehow fallen into marketing. Tommy regaled Ana with stories of his real estate business, but I could feel Chanel’s eyes on me.

“What have you been doing the past ten years?” she asked.

I downed the rest of my drink before I picked up my fork.

“I just retired from the Navy,” I said.

“Oh, shit. You enlisted?” Ana asked.

“Enlisted and became a SEAL,” Tommy said.

“What? You’re a Navy SEAL?” Ana asked.

“Was a Navy SEAL. My contract ended about a month ago, and I didn’t re-up,” I said.

“Why not?” Chanel asked.

I turned my gaze back towards her as I drew in a deep breath.

“Only so much of that shit I could take,” I said.

“I can only imagine,” she said.

“Well, I don’t know about any of you guys, but I could use another drink,” Ana said.

“Let me escort you,” Tommy said. “I could use another one as well.”

I watched Tommy offer his arm to her. Hook, line, and sinker. The two of them were going to be banging somewhere, which meant either myself or Chanel would be out of a room at least for a little while. We watched as the two of them ventured to the bar to get another drink, leaning into one another and loosening up as they took shots.

“She’ll puke on him before she can get him naked,” Chanel said.

“You’d be shocked as to what Tommy will fuck through,” I said.

Chanel threw her head back and laughed before she grabbed her wine glass.

“You look beautiful tonight,” I said.

Her eyes connected with mine, raking quickly over me before she nodded.

“You fill out that shirt nicely,” she said.

“I read your blog sometimes,” I said.

“Oh? And what do you think of it?”

“It’s really good. Your writing always has been. I can still remember those letters you’d write to me between classes in high school. I was always in awe of your ability to put words together.”

I saw her blush as she grinned into her wine glass.

“And there they go,” I said.

Chanel whipped her head up as Ana and Tommy left arm-in-arm from the dining room.

“Which room do you think they’ll end up in?” she asked.

“Not gonna lie, if Tommy can get into your room, he will,” I said.

“Great,” she groaned.