“Can I get you another one of those?” he asked, pointing to her empty wine glass. “Yes, please,” she replied. “It’s Moscato.” After receiving the drinks, he picked up both glasses. “Shall we find a table with a little more privacy so we can talk?” he stated, more than asked. “Yes, that would be fine.” Kathy replied, following him to a table in the bar. After pulling out her chair, Ken sat down placing a notebook on the table in front of him. The evening was going well as they socialized. Then he opened the notebook, pulling out her bio. “I see on here, you live in Mauston,” he said. “Yes,” Kathy answered. “But, my hometown is Turtle Lake.” “Have you lived anywhere else?” he asked. “I lived …show more content…
“Good night. See you next week,” he said. “Yes,” she replied. “Next week, 6:00 p.m., here.” The week passed quickly. As Kathy styled her hair and applied her makeup, she felt more confident from their meeting a week ago. Separate cars seemed appropriate for the relationship they would have. As she got out of her car at the Opera House, the smell of fish fry lingered heavily in the winter air. She felt her stomach growl, reminding her she hadn’t eaten yet. As she entered, she saw he was sitting at the bar. He ordered drinks as she walked towards him. “How was your week,” he asked casually. “It went by quickly,” Kathy replied. “Mine did too,” he answered back. “It was busy. I was invited back to Crane for a luncheon. It was fun reminiscing with my old colleagues and the female staff I had beneath me.” The way he mentioned, female staff beneath me, should have been a warning to her. It made him sound like a take charge, focused, and crack the whip sort of guy. “Shall we find a table?” he asked, picking up the glasses. “Sure. You lead, to where you’d like to sit,” she said. “How’s this?” he asked, pulling out her chair. “This is fine,” she replied, sitting in the chair. The notebook laid in front of him. Table talk pursued, and the drinks created a relaxed atmosphere. He didn’t open the notebook until they finished eating. This time he was more interested in family back
“Hmm. What about these bottles of wine? It looks like they had a party—all by
Slim twitched my elbow. "Come on, George. Me an' you'll go in and get a drink."
“What else have you got in there?” Hector asked, genuine curiosity lacing his voice as he placed the glasses back down on the desk.
I spin around to see him catching up to me. “At least let me buy you a new drink.” he gestures to the door.
“Yeah, sure.” She called the waitress over and straightened herself in her seat. “Could we get two glühweins, please?”
Lionel held up his hand. “We’ve had enough, thank you. But if you’d be so kind, please pack that up and the extras. I’ll stop by the kitchens later to retrieve the leftovers. However, I will accept that pitcher of mead.”
He nodded, looking in his bag and seeing the bare minimum for dinner. “It’s enough for us.” Charles handed it to her, and she headed off outside to the market.
“Well, it sounds good to me, that way Torin and I can finish our conversation and I do mean only conversation,” Megan stated.
Someone tapped her shoulder lightly and she looked over to find Octavia giving her a weak smile. “Here,” she said, offering her one of the roughly made cups that they had made at some point.
Martie rushed off of the phone with Richard and went over to Kim’s table. “I’m sorry I lost track of time, I was on my break. What would you like to order?” Martie asked.
"Can I get another?" Dan asked the bartender, holding his empty bottle in front of him. She nodded and disappeared into the crowd of bartenders serving people.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Veronica said. She grabbed her cup of coffee and headed into the living room.
“I do hope you will have Abrial there, I would enjoy having her serve us and if I drink too much I may need her assistance finding my way back to my quarters.”
She’d been standing in line at the grocery store when she received the call, a basket full of goodies in her hand. She’d planned to surprise her friends with a nice dinner tonight, seeing as how they were all free that day! However, with the awful news that came with that horrid call, dinner was the last thing on her mind.
"Sure you don't want to play?, he asked, meeting Zai's eyes as he took a swig of his beer, and raised a hand to motion for the tender to bring them a fresh pitcher, before he leaned over the table again, and pocketed the next.