Theresa snagged the beer, used her shirt tail to cover the cap so she could twist it off. She'd have preferred a margarita, but drive-ins were too comfortably lowbrow for that. Still, booze was booze.
"I didn't realize they had an outdoor theater here until I saw a teeny little ad in the Vegas paper," she told the man in the hat. "I guess now that fall's here, they probably do a lot more business. It's hard to concentrate on the movie when it's, like, a thousand degrees outside."
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on 2013-11-07 04:37 am (UTC)Still, booze was booze.
"I didn't realize they had an outdoor theater here until I saw a teeny little ad in the Vegas paper," she told the man in the hat. "I guess now that fall's here, they probably do a lot more business. It's hard to concentrate on the movie when it's, like, a thousand degrees outside."