“Do you like crab legs, Kenny?” asked Reese.
He frowned. “No. I get steak where they cook it.”
“The hibachi part. They’ll cook him up a steak. He doesn’t like seafood that’s not fried catfish.”
“I can’t blame you, Kenny. I love a good fried catfish.”
“Me too. With ta-tarter sauce.” His eyes brightened.
“Excuse me, everyone,” a voice hollered over the crowd. The light instrumental music lowered.
All heads turned to see Kerrie and Bette. They wore coordinating colors. Reese could tell why Kerrie got dreamy-eyed when talking about her. She was gorgeous with blonde hair in a long bob and a curvy figure dressed in a white fitted dress and emerald green high heels, and a chunky matching bracelet. Kerrie was matching with a crisp white button-up shirt and dress slacks the same color as the high heels. They were adorable.
Kerrie cleared her throat while she stood with her arm around Bette’s waist. “We’d like to thank everyone for coming tonight. It means a lot to have so many people celebrate with us. We invite y’all to eat, relax, and enjoy the dance floor. Thank you all!”
A round of applause sounded, and people began to line up for food.
“Kenny, do you want me to fix you a plate?” Matty asked.
“Yeah.”
“Are you hungry?” she asked Reese.
“Yes, I haven’t eaten since lunch.”
“Me either. We’ll be right back, Kenny. Save our spots, okay?”
“Okay.”
The food table was so festive. And hilarious.
Reese looked sideways at it before tugging on Matty’s sleeve. Matty leaned her head back, and once again, their faces were close. “Is that...is that a taco bar at a lesbian engagement party?”
Matty snorted, her lips turning up in a wide grin. “Shit, I didn’t notice it. I bet they didn’t even think about it.”
They gathered their plates and began assembling tacos while sneaking smirks at each other. It felt good to be outside of work and their houses. There was something about being out in public together that made their maybe-dating feel more official.
And they were about midway through the table. Kerrie came up to them. “Hey, Matty, do you need me to take over Kenny’s plate? He said that you were making him one.”
Matty shook her head as she dolloped some refried beans onto a plate and then onto another as she was making her own at the same time. “No, this is your night. Don’t worry about Kenny.”
Kerrie clapped her on the shoulder. “Thank you. I love that he has so many people who want to take care of him. Mabel was going to come today and sit with him, but she started not feeling well.”
“It’s not a problem. Go have fun.”
“Thanks again, and thank you both for coming. It’s good to see you outside of The Church, Reese.”
“You too. It seems really weird to see you outside of it.”
Once their plates were filled, they went back to the table to eat. Kenny was thankful for the plate but asked twice that there was nothing on it that was spicy, which Matty assured him there wasn’t.
Halfway through eating, a familiar face popped by.
“Hey, Reese, hey, Matty.”
Tyler smiled down at them. Another person who she felt weird seeing outside of work.
“Hey, Tyler, you want to join us?”
