Champagne Thursday
By Kris T. Bethke
“What are you doing here?”
Seeing Quinn at my door wasn’t a surprise. In fact, when I heard the knock, I knew it had to be him. No one else would show up unannounced, and especially not so late. He didn’t answer my question with words, only a huge grin that made his face light up. I was a sucker for that grin. Had been since I met him. I could get lost in it.
Which was the only explanation as to why I didn’t realize right away what he was holding up.
“It’s Champagne Thursday!” He crowed, waving the bottles at me. He had one in each hand. Identical bottles of golden, bubbly liquid. It looked like Cristal, but I knew he didn’t have that kind of money. Not for two bottles anyway. I had to assume it was a knockoff, but knowing Quinn, it would taste goo
