We immediately hit it off again, just like before, only this time, it seemed that Jenny joined the party right next to us. The three of us made dinner... cleaned up, and then spent the next few hours catching up. Mary asked a lot of the same types of questions that Jenny had, and talking about school came easily and naturally for me.It was a wonderful evening, and I really enjoyed talking with both of them, but we eventually realized we needed to go to sleep. I was tired from the long drive and. " Good. Want to hang with me tonight?" Sure. I love Delbert but I can't afford the Talkhouse ticket. I wouldn't mind a little buzz either. And, by the way, I've been checking you out,too. You'll do." I think that was a compliment and you don't have to worry about the ticket, I'll take care of it." Good, a man with money!" No, not really. I just have a lifetime pass to the place."We had fun through the rest of the meal, constantly toying with each other. Scott brought us some profiteroles which. Her watery eyes were locked on that lethal blade'spoint. Mascara tears were running. "Remember me?" Michael asked, but she just looked at him dumbly,clearly in shock, likely terrified. "Nah, I didn't think so. Let's justsay I'm the result of every guy you gave that cute, shy smile to when you flirtedover the bar." Michael pulled at the hem of her t-shirt, attacking it suddenly with the knife.The girl squealed, whimpering when the fabric ripped, but she kept her voicedown, scared to defy the one. Hank was primed for being an easy mark."I was going to ask if you wanted to shoot a few games of 8-ball."Hank now looked at Jake, sizing him up."You a fucking hustler or what?" he asked."No, I ain't no fucking hustler. Man, what's eating you?" Jake started to get up to go and sit somewhere else."Don't get so fuckin touchy. Yeah, I'll shoot some pool with you. Rack em up while I go take a piss." Sure, ok." Jake said.Hank slid of his stool and walked to the men's room. He was drunk, but still not.