I haven’t had a spar-fest for a while.
This one could be fun, but Rick’s
done playing. Not sure who all’s
there. Excuse me. There’s Montana.
THERE, INDEED, IS MONTANA
In a bold, backless dress, sparkly
silver. And with her, all decked
out in a complementary gray
tux, is … “Brendan,” I whisper.
Nikki looks. Looks again.
Harder. Oh my God. You do
look like him. I can’t believe
it. Hey, you’re okay, right?
Okay enough to chug my drink.
“Yep. Fine and dandy. Except
I need a refill. You good for now?”
She’s barely touched her glass.
Good. I can only carry two
glasses, anyway. I order twin JDs.
Doubles. Tip the guy five bucks
so he doesn’t reconsider the ID.
When I turn around, I’m only
half-surprised to see who has
joined Nikki at our table. Poor
Nik looks positively green.
Goes well with her pretty red
Christmas dress. Ha. I crack
myself up. Too bad I’m spoiling
to be in a very unfunny mood.
BEFORE I CAN SIT DOWN