Pros and Cons
Pros and Cons "Hey" She looked up from the margarita she was stirring with a straw. It just didn’t make sense. Drinking a margie through a straw meant you would miss the salt. “Hey” She squinted into the mirror; he was sitting solo in the booth behind her. Shit! She’d planned on calling it a night. ‘ So,’ she thought, swiveling around on her barstool , ‘Are you a 33 or a 333 word man?’ “Oh, hello there” Smiling. A touch surprised. “Buy you a drink?” A 333 word man for sure. Was he slurring? She couldn’t tell. She swirled her glass, watching the ice clink. “Thanks, I’m good” He was hesitating. “But thanks, anyway.” That was it. Enough. He was sliding across the vinyl, standing, crossing the carpeted floor. Green, with blue and black swirls. God, that had to hide a lot of spills. Like the scotch he spilled on his weave over. “Oops” He shook the scotch off his hand. “Oops” She handed him a couple of cocktail napkins. He dabbed...