Regina
“I swear to God, I had nothing to do with Floyd’s dance,” I told Jeff as we made our way out of the Purple Unicorn. I was stuffed full of Mexican food and virgin Margaritas, so much so that I was feeling a considerable amount of heartburn.
Jeff gave me a sideways look as he held the door open for me to exit into the parking lot. “I never thought you did.”
“But, you noticed, right?” I stepped out into the parking lot, which was packed full of cars, and even a few motorcycles that had braved the mild night. I could hear peepers chirping their spring-song down by the river, even over the ruckus of the club and the traffic on the street. We had parked near the back row, away from the doorway, as I preferred to leave the premium parking for other customers.
“How could I not?” J
