A fight broke out between two tenants who lived next to each other, both complaining about the other being noisy. Putting them in the same room with booze had not been the brightest idea I’d ever had, so I left Spencer to break it up. When I returned, he was dancing with Sneaky and the crowd was thinning out. I was about to cut in when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Have you seen our host, Michael Reynolds?” Kent asked me, a curious look on his face.
Smart ass.
“f**k you, Kent. What are you talking about?” I blushed, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
“Well, my friend Michael doesn’t believe in relationships, only in what he calls ‘recreational love.’ No commitments for him, no siree. Doesn’t want to be tied down, a no strings attached kind of guy. I was talking to his sister wh
