They ended up at the nearby Mexican restaurant Valerie loved. Sam wasn’t that hungry but went along with Valerie’s order of fajitas for two. Sitting on the same side of the booth, Sam felt like a teenager—a common enough feeling on these weekends at the beach.
After dinner, they headed to Mo’s. It was close enough to walk, but Valerie insisted on driving. Sam knew she herself was too drunk to drive, and Valerie was generally way ahead of her on that score. As usual, Sam shoved her worry to the back of her mind and did whatever Valerie wanted. And, for some unexplained reason, she wanted to drive the three blocks to Mo’s.
When they pulled up in the parking lot, Sam noted the place was packed. After all, it was Saturday night, and Mo’s was the place to be for the gay and lesbian community.
