Mitch turns to the red-head and nods sheepishly.
"Looks like you can use a friend,"the red-head whispered.
Her voice was deep and soft.
"Mind if I join you?"
"I'm married," mumbled Mitch.
"I know. I'm here to console you," the red head responded demurely.
"I don't need that type of consoling," Mitch fired back.
"Just to drink and talk. That's all. My name is Jenna but people call me Red, by the way," the red-head smiled.
"Not very original," Mitch shot back.
"Maybe not, but descriptive," she whispered. "Order me a drink."
Mitch shrugged and held up two fingers.
Two more beers went placed in front of him. He slid one over to Red.
"Oooo, a long neck. I like that," she cooed.
"So why do you want to talk?" Mitch asked.
She leaned over and said, "Big Mac sent me. He's sitting in back there."
Mitch instinctively turned around. As he did, Jenna drops a pill into his beer. It begins to fizz but the foam of the beer hides it.
"Just kidding," she says. "Drink up!" |