Debs, hi, great to see you here. And uh, Grant, right? Glad I could finally put a face to that name.
Where are you?
He moves through the room, his face shifting into the right position for the right person. Shaking hands, firm and not so firm. Kissing cheeks.
You must be here.
Sally! And quieter. Have you heard from the guys upstairs yet? I’m sure it’s just paper work, you know how it is.
Her eyebrows turn upwards, inwards. He holds her hand as long as is required.
He stops at the bar, orders a bourbon and water.
You’re popular tonight, the barman says.
Please don’t strike up conversation.
Waiting on someone?
Just a face in the crowd. Please stop.
Uh-huh. The barman places the bourbon down. Pours out a large white. Fresh bottle, a good one too.
Just the bourbon.
She’s waiting for you on the balcony.
He turns, catches a glimpse of red hair. He fumbles for cash.
Don’t worry sir, I know you’re good for it.
He places a ten down. For you. He takes both glasses and drifts forward.