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“Did you think I was going to dress up?”
“You did when we went out for burgers last week.”
“I’ll wear jeans and a sweater, now stop bugging me so I can finish my work.”
“Good. Talk to you at seven. I’ll be the tall, good-looking guy.”
I snorted. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
I heard Kurt laughing as I hung up the phone. He was fun, and I was glad we were friends. I finished my work and was out the door before 5:30. I hadn’t been to a bar to hang out in years. After I changed into a pair of tight blue jeans and a sweater almost the same color as my eyes, I went to the kitchen to have a quick bite to eat. Kurt didn’t mention anything about food, so I wanted to be prepared when the drinks started to flow.
I got to Donovan’s exactly at seven and looked around for Kurt, Marc, and Ryan. I found them by the bar ordering drinks. Kurt and Ryan hugged me while Marc nodded. The man didn’t like me, and it was apparent. I decided to change it up and get a beer. I felt like a kid in college again with a bottle of Sam Adams in my hand.
“Beer?” Marc said.
I took a small sip. “What’s wrong with beer?”
“You don’t strike me as a beer type of girl, but there may be hope for you yet.”
He took a long pull of his Heineken and smiled at me.
I challenged him. “What does that mean?”
“Knock it off, Marc,” Kurt said.
He looked at Kurt. “She wants to know what it means.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“It means that you seem stuck up to me. You’re not better than anyone else just because you hold a CEO position.”
I frowned. “I never said I was.”
“But you act that way.”
“I’m sorry if I offended you,” I said sarcastically.
Kurt intervened and pushed Marc away so that he could talk to him. Ryan, who was a little taller than me, leaned toward me.
“He’s nursing his wounds.”
“What’s his problem?”
“His girlfriend dumped him for some big wig at a marketing company. He’s got a chip on his shoulder because of it.”
“So that’s my fault?”
“You’re part of the establishment.”
A couple of hours and four beers later, I was feeling a major buzz. We had settled at a table in the corner, and after Kurt’s talk with Marc, we were joking around with each other. He wasn’t so bad after he apologized.
“You’re drunk,” Marc said as Ryan and Kurt got up to go to the bathroom.
I slurred my words. “It’s been a long time.”
“It makes you more relatable.”
“It might make me throw up.”
