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Show Woodworth/36" "Am I what?" he asks. Marty says in a stage whisper to Dan, "Is he your friend?" Dan nods. "He works in my office." "Planning to sleep with one." "Are you Norwegian?" "Nope." "Belgian?" "Nope." "Well, then, I'm not planning to sleep with one." "You better not be planning to sleep with me either, buddy," Rachael hisses. "Otherwise, you are gonna suffer from that ole high school terror, blue balls. 'Cause you aren't getting any further than you are right now." Bob sits back and fondles his drink. A blush washes the granite to a sunset red. Dan twitches from side to side, his eyes flitting from glasses to chins to table top. "Can I buy you a drink?" he asks Marty. "You both a drink?" he corrects himself, nodding towards Rachael's chest. "My friend and I haven't seen each other in a while. We'd like to talk alone, if you don't mind," Rachael states. "Er, no. I don't." He stands, grabs Bob's elbow. "Ah, that's ok." Bob stands with him, still clutching his drink, still looking at the table top. "Been real naice talkin' to ya," Dan says, and looks quickly into Marty's eyes. Flashes the diagonal grin. They leave, maneuvering back to the bar. "Why is it that you always manage to find the dumbest thing in a suit and tie?" Marty asks. Rachael laughs, throwing back her head. "Wasn't that one a zero?" |