“I resent that accusation.”
“But you don’t deny it.”
“I don’t deny it,” he admits.
The champagne is making everything feel slightly fuzzy around the edges.
Not drunk... just...warm.
“This resort is nice though,” I say, gesturing vaguely toward the distant lights. “Very... resort-y.”
“High praise, coming from you,” he comments.
“Hey I’m a lawyer, not a travel critic. Sue me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
I laugh, take another sip. The bottle’s getting light. “You know what that place reminds me of?”
“What?”
“That beach bar in Coney Island,” I reply. “You know, the one with the terrible karaoke?”
“The place with the parrot?” he asks.
“That’s the one. And speaking of the parrot... Captain Morgan bit you, if I recall.”
“I maintain that was unprovoked.”
I laugh. “You tried to steal his cracker.”
“It wasmycracker,” he replies. “I ordered it.”
“The parrot had different opinions...”
I’m smiling now. Like, constantly.
When did that happen?
“I can’t believe you remember that,” he says.
“Hard to forget a grown man getting into a territorial dispute with a bird and losing,” I quip.
He raises his hands defensively. “I didn’tlose. We reached a diplomatic settlement.”
“You gave him the entire basket of crackers and apologized,” I state dryly.
“Exactly!” he claps his hands. “Diplomacy.”
I laugh again. I can’t help it
Stop it.
You’re supposed to be maintaining emotional distance, not reminiscing about parrots at bars.
“Remember how the bartender asked if we wanted to come back the next week for trivia night?” I ask.
“Yep,” he answers. “Wedidcome back.”
