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Just to be couth
He added vermouth
Then slipped his girlfriend a martini”
“Whoa!” Gina jumped up from her perch on one of the flat stumps scattered around the bonfire for just that purpose. “And that concludes the entertainment for this evening.”
“Aw, how come?” Mel muttered. “I know ’bout a hundred more.”
“He does,” Melda agreed, snatching the nearly empty glass that had held a third Molly from his hand. “Once he gets started, it’s pretty hard to shut him the hell up.”
“How do you slip someone a martini?” Derek asked. “I don’t get it.”
“Let’s go.” Tim shot both Gina and Mel a look nearly as dirty as the limerick and dragged his son into the house.
“A martini sounds good,” Amberleigh announced.
The cowboy crooner smoothed back what was left of his hair, then wiped the grease he’d spread into it onto his jeans. “I could help you with that, little lady.”
“Really?” Ashleigh asked. The As were sharing a sheared double log on the far side of the fire. “You have vermouth and gin?”
“No.” The crooner shifted his hand from his hip to his crotch. “But I’ve got a—”
“Out!” Gina announced.
“But I want a martini!” Amberleigh wailed.
“Not that kind,” Gina muttered. “Believe me.”
She motioned for Jase to get rid of the guy, and while he hadn’t spoken to her since he’d stalked out of the kitchen, he did as she asked. If it got around that they’d held a lewd-limerick contest on bonfire night they could lose what customers they had. Or maybe they’d have more customers than they could handle. Either way, the cowboy crooner needed to go now.
What was his real name?
“I’m gonna write a new sh-ongbook,” Mel slurred. “I jush-t need music for my poems.”
He was determined to create that music before morning. Gina would have gladly left him to it—she doubted he’d be able to keep from passing out within the next few minutes—except Mel wanted to compose music on a piano they didn’t have, wearing underwear that existed only in his imagination.
“Isaac!” Gina shouted, and when the old man appeared she shoved a naked Mel in his direction. “Your problem.”
She’d told him not to serve people more than one of his Moonshine Mollys.
Gina hurried to her room, retrieved a key, and unlocked the hall closet where she kept clothes she never wore.
Hanging in a plastic bag right in the center was her best dress. Sure, it had been her best dress since she’d gotten it for high school graduation. But that didn’t make it any less nice. Just a little out-of-date.
Gina removed the garment from the bag, letting the full white skirt dotted with tiny purple flowers flow through her fingers.
“You aren’t gonna wear that, are you?”
Both As stood silhouetted in the door of their room.
“You aren’t supposed to wear white before…” Ashleigh frowned. “Labor Day?”
“After Labor Day,” Amberleigh corrected. “Not before Memorial Day.”
“Why?” Gina asked.
The girls glanced at each other, then back at Gina.
