I hope these two are still speaking after Saturday night. Things were getting heated close to midnight, and Mr. Gin and Mr. Vodka were doing most of the talking.
I bailed and left Aussie Scotty and his woman, Natalie, and ran for the hills.
Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:" "She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."
