He was looking over her shoulder. Roxanne turned around to see the bartender, Sheila, wrap her arms around Bowie's neck and press herself against him.
Hurt and anger welled up inside of her and she turned back before she could see what happened next. The last thing she wanted was to watch him make out with the sexy skinny Sow.
"Uh, I'm a little thirsty," she stopped dancing.
"How about another cold one?" He smiled though his eyes seemed to apologize.
"Sounds great," she allowed him to lead her towards the other end of the bar.
Roxie wondered why he and his brothers had come to Bar None at all since they didn't seem to be chatting with anyone else. It struck her then that Bowie must have called for help in entertaining her. Of course he did. So he could be with her. The lovely Sheila.
