I have never seen Melissa Griffin leap so high.
Well into the evening, Mel, Hastings and I were at Le Club. Crazy drunk wandered in and sat next to me. Friends that they are, Mel and Hastings made themselves scarce, thinking I might be chatting with the future ex-Mr. Spotswood.
Nope. "James" was so drunk, he could barely speak. But I was so comfy in my chair, with my Gibson and my peanuts. I'll talk to a drunk. It's Wednesday. That sounds about right.
Finally, I got bored with his slurring. "Oh sweetheart." I said, with mild sincerity."You've had too much."
I looked across the bar at Melissa. "Mist, it's time to go."
As I said this, a hand smacked my face. James fuckin' hit me. I'm sure he had no idea what day it was, much less an awareness that he just hit a chick but that shit kinda hurt. And Melissa, who might as well sit at Le Club wearing a t-shirt saying "Bring it" FLEW off her chair and into action. Uh oh.
Why do we always get in fights?
And this, folks, because I know you couldn't care less, is Colin...