Since Theresa had made no move for the bar, it gave Brian an opportunity to take control of the situation. He pried the empty bottle from Mel’s hand and went to lean over the bar, where he flagged down Teddy and got it replaced with an identical drink. He gestured at Mel over his shoulder. The bartender followed his finger and nodded, coming up with a bunch of cocktail napkins from under the counter, too.
Brian came back and held both out to Mel. “Uh…” He wanted to help, but since he didn’t want to grope a stranger, he wasn’t sure where to go with the moment.
“Here.” Maddy took them and started patting the coat to absorb it. “Don’t rub, you’ll just get little bits of napkin all stuck to her. Like your face when you bother shaving.”
Exasperated, Brian gave up.
“What’d you think of the band?” he asked Mel. “If we were terrible, blame the bassist.”
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on 2014-01-02 04:27 am (UTC)Brian came back and held both out to Mel. “Uh…” He wanted to help, but since he didn’t want to grope a stranger, he wasn’t sure where to go with the moment.
“Here.” Maddy took them and started patting the coat to absorb it. “Don’t rub, you’ll just get little bits of napkin all stuck to her. Like your face when you bother shaving.”
Exasperated, Brian gave up.
“What’d you think of the band?” he asked Mel. “If we were terrible, blame the bassist.”