Al hands you the beer owed but you would have preferred
an explanation: 'So what, exactly, did I see?'
He averts sly grin: 'That
was an in-joke.'
You sense half-truth: 'Is this safe to drink?'
'The red drink was a bloody mary. Tomato juice, vodka. A
small hit of hair of the dog. Which worked.'
You drink: Yeah but
why did the goldfish spontaneously combust?
'The bloody mary is not a vegetarian cocktail. At least,
not how we drink it. It needs Worcestershire sauce, which has anchovies as an
ingredient. Something needs to die.'
That
is a bit fucking vague: 'Why not just salt the rim?'
He waves a hand over the crowd, pulling conversation onto
tangent: 'Something is missing here. What do you see?'
You glance back to your partner's seat. They have
accumulated an eclectic alcoholic smorgasbord. An attractive someone, no
relation but oh so charming with hand placed on upper-arm, delivers them
another piece for the collection. Your partner alights with sudden confidence
and their cousins smirk at plan well executed.
'I see people who have come together to celebrate your
love.' You drink and play dumb. 'And remind you, as a community, that there are
no backsies.'
'And enjoy the free booze and food.' Al now points to the
balcony door, where Chris and Frank's exit is made clumsy by hands full of
pints. 'I see a fifty-two percent chance of Flaming Pizza Box Golf and a
fourteen percent chance of someone getting slapped. But that was with old
data - glass five-sixths full, I suppose.'
You are not going to get your answers yet but that can
wait. Your beer is done and you need another drink.
Al senses this: 'So are we good, or did you want another
one?'
You fancy:
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