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She looks him up and down. “Is that a fact.” She scoffs, but vibes playful. She runs a finger round the rim of his glass. Their eyes lock again. “O.K., soldier, so you say you were ''[[preceding business day convention|preceding]]''?” | She looks him up and down. “Is that a fact.” She scoffs, but vibes playful. She runs a finger round the rim of his glass. Their eyes lock again. “O.K., soldier, so you say you were ''[[preceding business day convention|preceding]]''?” | ||
He shrugs. “I guess I figured you would wind up here eventually, so I just made sure I got here first | He shrugs. “I guess I figured you would wind up here eventually, so I just made sure I got here first.” | ||
So, you were, ahhh — [[Modified following business day convention|''modified'' following]] me?” | |||
He spits his drink. She pops an olive. The zydeco wails. They get ''close''. | |||
She | She’s nervous. She bites her lip. She looks about. She ''gasps'' – clocks something, some''one'', over her shoulder. She leans in. She whispers in his ear – her lips touch his lobe. | ||
He wants to explode. | |||
“Have you got something for me, big boy?” | |||
He whispers back. His lips touch ''her'' lobe. “Well do you want something?” | |||
“Oh, honey, I’ll take ''anything''. No questions asked.” She runs a finger down his | |||
“Anything?” | “Anything?” |