Mickey was sitting in the restaurant bar when I got there. She was talking to a woman who was around the same size as her but had short light-brown hair. They seemed to be in a deep, heated discussion. I walked up to them.
“Hi,” Mickey said with a deep sigh.
“Am I disturbing something?”
“No,” Mickey said, though the look on her face showed she was upset.
“Yes,” her friend corrected her. “We were having a private conversation.”
“Sorry,” I said, “Should I wait around or come back another night?”
The other woman gave me a very nasty look.
“Please stay,” Mickey said. “Would anyone else like a drink? I think I need one.” She held her hand up, and the bartender walked over. “I need a vodka cranberry,” she ordered. “Straight up.”
“Give me a Bud,” the friend said.
“A vodka cranberry with
