“Oh.” Harlow
climbed off the bar stool and hugged Bev. Jayne followed suit and before long
they were sharing a group hug, all crying.
“Bartender,”
Harlow called, breaking free of the group hug. “Shots for everyone.”
He looked to the
girls questioningly.
“Line them up,”
Bev said.
“And just leave
the bottle. It’s going to be a long night.”
The trio sat
outside at the bar until the bartender put a stop to them drowning their
sorrows.
“Time to wrap it
up ladies. They want to close the restaurant. Finish up your drinks. Do you
need me to call you a cab?”
“That might be a good
idea,” Jayne said.
They stood out front waiting for the cab,
talking about Pete and Charlie’s infidelity.
“He’s a luser,”
Harlow slurred. “I can’t believe I let him, liv-v-v in my house.”
“Yeah, well I
haven’t divorced my cheating husband and I’m not sure I ever will.”
The reality of her
statement brought a look of disbelief to Harlow.
“Why do you stay?”
she asked, steadying herself with the bench.
“Sit down,” Jayne
requested. “You’re too drunk to be standing.”
“I’m not drunk.
I’m tipsy. I don’t get drunk.” As if to prove a point she tried to walk a
straight line, only managing to stumble. Jayne caught her before she fell.
“Okay, so maybe I’m a little drunk.” She held up two fingers as if measuring
her alcohol level.
“Just a little,” Jayne
said, easing her onto the bench. “I think I’ll take you home with me tonight.”
“You’re such a
good friend.” When Harlow reached over to kiss her friend on the cheek, she
pulled back.
“Let’s save the
kisses for when you’re a tad more sober.”
The cab arrived
and they piled in. Jayne, being the soberest of the bunch gave the driver
directions to Bev’s home. Once they deposited her on her front porch, they
instructed him on how to get to Jayne’s.
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