Britta leaned toward Goldie and whispered loudly, “She’s overpouring.”
Goldie nodded, also whispering loudly.“I noticed.”
Tempi planted both hands on the bar.“Excuse me, I am creating a welcoming atmosphere.I also am a professional.”
“You’re creating drunk women,” Swift said.
Britta spun back toward him.“And?”
Swift opened his mouth.Closed it.Good man.Sometimes survival meant shutting the hell up.
Britta smiled triumphantly and turned back to her drink.
Goldie looked between them and then at Tempi.“Are they always like that?”
“Worse,” Tempi said.
Swift grunted, and Britta blew him a kiss.
He actually caught it with one hand and pressed it to his chest like a dumbass.
I stared at him.
Hodge saw it too.“What the fuck was that?”
Swift’s head snapped toward him.“What?”
“You caught an air kiss.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“You absolutely did,” Podge said.
Hodge pointed at Podge.“See?Even Calculator saw it.”
Podge frowned.“Don’t call me Calculator.”
“Then stop counting everything.”
“I can’t.”
“That sounds like a personal problem.”
Britta giggled into her glass.“He caught my kiss.”
Swift looked at her.“Don’t help.”
“I thought it was cute.”
“It was not cute.”
“It was adorable,” Goldie said.
Every head turned to her.Her eyes widened slightly, but the alcohol had apparently given her enough courage not to back down.She lifted her glass toward Swift.“Sorry.It was.”
Swift looked betrayed.
Twister chuckled under his breath.
