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on Don, let’s go inside.”

      “Whatever,” Wes said.

      As they went inside, Don said “That the guy that started the fight in the movie theater?”

      “Nice guess.”

      Gunn walked inside, the small of beer was prevalent in the air. There was a large bar off to the left with five men sitting on stools wearing blue jean jackets, blue jeans, and black work boots. Booths and tables were lined up in the center of the room with about 8 pool tables in the back. The bartender turned towards them and Kim said “Hey Dusty”

      Dusty saluted Kim, turned and pulled a beer tap that said Budweiser.

      A raven haired woman walked over, her tee shirt said Grizzlies. “Hey Kim.”

      “Hey Cheryl.”

      “Table for 2.”

      “Sure.”

      She turned and showed them to a booth. Kim sat on the far end and tugged Don’s hand to sit next to her.

      “It might get loud in here,” Kim said, “so no point in shouting at each other.”

      “Sounds good,” Don said, looking around the room, noting the crowd, feeling like he was the oldest one there. Then Cheryl left menus for them.

      “Sea food platter is good,” Kim said.

      “Okay.”

      The waitress was over and Kim said “I’ll have a Bud.”

      “Make it two,” Don said.

      The waitress left and Kim said “Hope you’re having fun.”

      “I am,” Don said, looking into her eyes.

      “That’s good,” she said, moving closer, putting her hand on the back of his neck. “You still need to lighten up though.”

      “Really,” Don said, grinning.

      “Yeah. Maybe this will help.” She sat on his lap, put her mouth over his, her tongue probing his mouth. He pulled her close, feeling her breasts rubbing against his chest. She stopped, then said “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

      He pulled her close and kissed her now, the kiss longer than the last one. “Keep that up,” she said, “and you may get lucky tonight.”

      “i’m starting to feel lucky already,” Don said, running his hand through her hair.

      “Good. So am I.” She moved off his lap as the waitress came by with their beers. “You guys look at the menus.”

      “I’ll have the seafood platter.”

      “Same here,” Gunn said.

      “Any appetizers?”

      “What do you think Kim?” Gunn asked.

      “Potato skins are good.”

      “Sounds good to me then.”

      She left and Kim rubbed Gunn’s thigh. “Having fun now?”

      “Yeah.” He started to rub her thigh and she took his hand.

      “Good.”

      He leaned back, suddenly lost in her eyes as she smiled. Can’t believe it’s gotten this far already he thought. Was it really going further by the end of the night?

      “A lot of people know you here?”

      “Yep. It’s like Norm. At Cheers, everyone knows your name.”

      “You like that show?”

      “Oh yeah. I’ve seen all the reruns.”

      “And I saw it when it first started.”

      “Sam was hot,” she said.

      “He got all the girls.”

      “That’s for sure.” She took a long sip of her beer.

      Our of the corner of his eye, Don glanced at the bar, noticing two men staring at him and Kim before looking away. One man had brown hair that had a buzz cut; the other, a bald-headed man with a brown mustache.

      “Hey Kim,” a man with short blonde hair slicked back said as he came over. He looked uncomfortable as he rubbed the heel of his hand over the faint stubble of his chin. Gunn looked at the man further and took in his beefy face, broad shoulders, the friendly grin, and his unruly blonde hair that seemed plastered to his skull. He was dressed in a white golf shirt and kakis.

      “Hey Joe,” Kim answered. “This is Don.”

      “Hey Don.” He put out his hand and he shook it. “Joe Crowley.”

      “Joe’s father owns this place,” Kim said.

      “Really,” Don said. “How’s business?”

      “Could be better. Economy isn’t helping.”

      “Don works in advertising,” Kim said, “Maybe he can work on some ads for you.”

      “I don’t know. We’re barely surviving.”

      “Sorry to hear that,” Don said.

      “You should think about it,” Kim said.

      “I’ll mention it to my father. We’ll see. Just wanted to say hello.”

      “Good to see you.”

      “You too.” He turned and left.

      “Even the owners son says hi to you.”

      “Just another guy who used to hit on me.” Kim said.

      “You’re comfortable seeing him.”

      “Doesn’t bother me. I get used to it after a while.”

      “I suppose.”

      “LIke I said, I like guys who are more mature,” she said, rubbing his hand.

      “Good to hear.”

      “Am I being too aggressive?” She asked.

      “Nope. I kind of like it.”

      “Good,”

      The potato skins arrived and as Don took a sip of his beer, he said “You never told me what you did for a living.”

      “Well, I lost my job at my law firm as a legal secretary. “So I just temp all the time. I also do some waitressing with a friend.”

      “You getting a lot of work?” Don asked.

      “Oh yeah. My jobs last for weeks. Truth is that if I dress really nice, if you know what I mean, I get to stay longer.”

      “You shouldn’t have to rely on your looks.”

      “Well, I had a couple of interviews but they were with women. I’ll get the right one with a guy and I’ll get hired. But I’m just as happy temping.”

      “Are your parents okay with that?”

      She looked away for the first time, seeing people cheering for the Phillies on the TV.”

      Don looked at her, concerned. “I didn’t mean to pry.”

      She took a deep breath and looked at him. “I’m sorry. Truth is I don’t know who my parents are?”

      “Really.”

      “Yeah. I was given up at birth.”

      Don ran his hand through her hair. “I”m sorry. That’s horrible.”

      “Yeah. I bounced around a couple of foster homes. Then I got lucky with one in California.”

      “So you were with a family?”

      “I

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