Karaoke had been Bella’s idea. Maybe Joe’s. Who cares? It wasn’t Mickey’s but she was gonna try to have fun.
The fun consisted of three margaritas. Lots of salt on the rim. She knew if she was focused on the salt she was not having fun.
A guy in a loud shirt was belting a love ballad. Working. His temples were sweating and she could see a vein behind his ear dance.
He was committed.
The tequila was whispering in Mickey’s ear and the limes made her confident in her breath.
The guy finished the song to louder applause than any she had heard all night.
He had done a fine job, but she thought the song itself was stupid.
As the singer passed the table, Mickey said “Can I ask you a question?”
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