“Is that six pack all for you?”

She smirked. “Oh yeah, sure…after that, feel free to find me sprawled out and twitching in an alley somewhere.”

I flicked my eyebrows upward. “I figured as much. So what’s it for, then? WoW fuel?”

“Oh please,” she said, scoffing at the notion. “I’m so over WoW. It’s all about Warhammer Fantasy Online. But anyways, no—it’s 80’s night at Skinny McCoul’s. You’ve never been?”

No, I’ve never been. None of my “friends” ever cared to go. “Nope. Is that an invitation?”

“Totally! They play all sorts of 80s stuff too, not just the bubblegum. The Smiths, INXS, Tears for Fears…” she trailed off, then shook her fist with thumb and pinky extended.

I smiled, and laughed. “Sounds like a date.”

She glanced down to the ground, crossing one foot over the other like she did that first time in the alley. It was only for a moment though, at which point she raised her gaze to meet mine, then kissed me on the cheek. “Wanna pick me up at 8?”

“But I don’t know where—” I stopped. Silly me.