Casey and Kimiko paid the cover, then grabbed a two-top near the stage. A server came by and took their orders.
The joint had a three-drink minimum, which was steep, but certain allowances had to be made while on reconnaissance. Casey ordered a rum and Diet Coke. Kimiko got an appletini.
"This is nice," Casey said.
"I've always wanted to come here!" Kimiko couldn't be more thrilled as she admired the loud faux-disco-s***h-'80s decor.
Turning, Kimiko smiled at Casey.
Casey frowned at Kimiko. "What?"
"All the neon and disco balls, but you're the one that's glowing."
Blushing, Casey sipped her drink. "Oh, stop."
"You are. It's nice to see."
"It isn't what you think."
"Isn't it?" Kimiko asked innocently.
Leaning forward, Casey said, "I told you, I'm done being a punching bag for th
