Not sure what use I am in that though.” He scratched his head and looked over at the pack again, and Clara in particular. She was still throwing him...the occasional smile, and sneaking glances at his shoes, his suit, his ... everything. Since when did girls notice him? They always just called him cute and adorable and kid and everything he took as an insult, or at least platonic. But after meeting Alex in the club, and seeing how easy it was to open people up with some playful banter, even. Finally Holly bowed and led the way through the crowd to the rest room. We fell onto the chairs, towels round our necks, I was drenched, Mac Bobby and Mike red faced and puffing. Holly serene stood and sipped her wine, there were now three undrunk glasses by her elbow. She chugged her water and grinned. Taking a towel she patted her face and neck. ‘Phew, think I’ll wear less tomorrow,’ she grinned. Mike, Bobby and Mac laughed, suggesting in turn, a mini skirt, boots and scarf. She grinned and. “What do you think girls, do we want to party with this really cool rock band?” Asked Christine.“I could use a beer.” Laughed Colleen.“Sure what the hell, let’s show our boys how cool we used to be, I saw an all night grocery store on the way into town.” Said Sharon.So on the way back to the motel room they stopped at the all night store, they got beer, wine coolers and snacks. Then they got to the motel and got the keys to the two rooms they reserved, each of them with a double bed. The mom’s. As I slipped my jacket on, and fished out a smushed pack of Camels cigarettes from the breast pocket, I heard the sound of one of the slot machines going off, and some woman screaming hysterically. I sighed, thinking that someday I’d get used to that. Someday I would see a financially strapped gambler in dire need of money, gamble his or her last dollar away and not care whether that last pull of the handle would net them temporary financial security, or a long walk back to their car, trying to.