13. RAND
Rand blew a mouthful of air through his lips. He jingled the ice cubes around his lowball glass. It was empty, except for a thin layer of melted ice at the bottom. He swallowed the little splash of water and then reached into the bar to fish out a bottle of Goose. Eve snatched the bottle out of his grasp one-handed. She didn’t even stop touching up her makeup.
“No excuse,” she said, underlining her words as sharply as she was her eyeliner, “I said you could have one. He’ll smell it on your breath.”
“I have an excuse. ‘Oh, lawdy!’” Rand brayed, “‘I done been possessed by the devil. He made me drink. Right after he made me gay!’ That’s what I’ll say.”
Her makeup flawless, Eve snapped her compact shut. She slumped down into the seat across from him and took a swig fro
