A second later, his head lifts and his eyes darken. “Okay, I have an idea. You all game to allow the blind to lead the blind?” Finn asks.
“As long as we’re together, I don’t think it matters where we go,” I add.
“Aww, Liz. That’s so sweet. You’re getting me all teary.” Kel fake-sniffles and laughs.
“You’d better watch yourself, Kel. I know something about you that no one else knows and I’m not afraid to use it.”
“Ooh, tell us, Liz!” Emerson coos.
“Not yet. I’m waiting for the right moment.”
“She’s full of shit. She doesn’t know squat,” Kel responds.
“Time will tell, won’t it?”
“I call bullshit,” he says, crossing his arms.
“I don’t know Kel,” Finn states as he looks at him in the rearview mirror. “She seems pretty confident.”
Kel eyes me inquisitively and I smirk, facing forward once again.
We listen to a countdown on the radio of the year’s top hits as we crawl in traffic. No one seems to mind the delay. We sing out loud when we know a song and it becomes a game to guess the title and artist as soon as the first few notes are played. It’s probably one of the most fun nights of my life.
An hour later, we pull in front of a dinner/dance club. It’s packed.
“Dude, there’s no way we’re getting in here,” Kel says, rolling down his window to listen to the chatter of people in line as we pass.
“Oh ye of little faith,” Finn adds. He valet parks and we walk up to the front of the building. “Excuse me for a second.”
Finn marches up to one of the bouncers and they shake hands. He points back to us and places his hand over his heart. The bouncer smiles and nods his head, waving us forward.
I’m shocked.
“Holy fuck. I think we’re in!” Kel shouts over the crowd.
Finn holds out his hand to me and I take it. He holds his arm to Emerson and she wraps her arm in his. “Shall we, ladies?” he asks.
And then we saunter into one of the most popular clubs in L.A. I was right. Everyone likes Finnigan Walsh.
