Chapter Twelve
I was starting to feel like the fat girl in a strip club. Nobody wanted to catch my eye. Then Cheryl saw me standing at the end of the bar and brought me a drink, with a wink and a smile. I nearly forgot that she was married to the owner. To be safe, I reminded both of us.
“Dave around?”
She pouted, which did nothing to help the situation. “And I thought you’d come just to talk to me.”
On any other night, she might have been at least half right. Many an evening had been spent sitting at the bar in Zeplins, deep in conversation with the golden blonde barmaid. Until her husband would drag me away for a game of pool. And he could play. He’d won nearly half of our games over the years. Usually without cheating.
One infamous night, we’d decided that we were tired of playing
