Jamie scowled at him.
“Whew,” Salzy said, wiping his brow.“I worked up a thirst.”He tipped his bottle of German beer and drained a good third of it.He held the bottle up and looked at it.“I could get used to this.”
“Then you buy the next case,” Jamie snorted.
Salzy had brought his boom box and had it turned on to a local country radio station.
“Oh, I love this song,” Salzy said as he jumped up and started dancing in the confined space.“Come on, Joe, dance with me.”
Joesph went stiff.“I do not think there is enough space,Sally.”
Salzy laughed.“You’re so funny.”
Mike leaned forward and looked at the bottle of tequila in the center of the table.He looked up at Jamie, his eyebrows raised.“How much have you had?”
“Not as much as this one,” Jamie answered, pointing his bottle at Salzy, who was dancing away, oblivious to the others.
When the song ended, Salzy sat down, downed what was left in the glass that held the tequila.“Damn, this shit is good.”He reached for the bottle.
“I think you may have had enough for one night,” Joesph said, snatching up the bottle and putting it on the kitchen counter behind him.
“Aw, you’re no fun.”Salzy smiled crookedly then tipped the bottle of beer back.
Jamie snorted.“Yeah, I seem to remember you saying that to me a few times,” he said, aiming his comment at Joesph.
Joesph lowered his gaze at Jamie.“I suggest you don’t go talking out of school.That blade can swing both ways.”
“Touché,” Jamie responded, taking a sip of his beer.
“How long have you two known each other?”Mike asked, smiling.
“We’ve known—” Jamie started.
“We have known each other long before either of us were legal to drink,” Joesph answered, cutting Jamie off.“So, a long time.”He gave Jamie a withering look.
Mike laughed.
“Oh...this song,” Salzy all but shouted as he jumped up and started dancing again.“Is it hot in here?It’s hot in here.”He ripped off his shirt.Literally ripped it off, leaving the remnants of the tattered shirt on the floor.
When he started to unbuckle his jeans, Jamie jumped up.“Okay, I think it’s time for someone to call it a night.”He took both of Salzy’s hands in his, and Joesph turned off the radio.
“We gonna dance?”Salzy asked, a silly grin on his face.
“Yep, we’re gonna dance you right on over to your bed.”
Mike stood up, helping Jamie guide the visibly drunk man towards the door.
“What?”He looked up at Mike.“You are sohot!”He then looked at Jamie.“Yo, bro, you gotta tap that.”
Joesph belted out laughing, Jamie giving him a go-to-hell look.
“Come on, there, buddy,” Mike cajoled Salzy.“Let’s get you to bed.”
“You know, I’m not gay, right?”Salzy muttered as the door shut behind him.“If I were gay, I’d marry Jamie.He’s a good guy.”
“I know he is,” Mike said.
“You know, he kissed me once.”
