"Y'all are blockin' da TV..." Right." Ed had no comeback; he handed Velma her beer, still mapping her jugs with his eyes, and returned to his seat on ...her left, flipping the sheet over himself. He draped the arm again -- technically, he had more territory -- but at this point, he was URGENTLY unhappy that he couldn't find an excuse to play with a monster melon. His beer was forgotten, hanging out there on the end of his arm, tying up a hand he could be using... Wups! Everything seemed to circle. I was to turn right on Second street. He said to wait in the middle of the first block. It was a dark block with no activity. There was a wharehouse on one side, and a crumbling old building on the other. I told him I was there. He said he knew, he could see me. I asked where he was. He said if I wanted him to come out and get me, I'd have to earn it. I asked what he wanted me to do. He told me to show him my tits, I pulled my top down but didn't know where he was so I stood in the middle of. Later, she’d tell me she didn’t like all the labels. “I’m just me,” she shrugged. I’d been shaking hands and when I held hers we seemed to hold for just a bit longer than was conventional. At least that how it felt to me. We were all making polite talk. I learnt Andrea was a writer herself, mostly magazine articles and a few short fictions. It was long before it was time to make our way to our seats. Andrea it seemed had arrived alone as I had, so it seemed somehow natural to fall in alongside. Nicki could tell he was embarrassed. Matt nodded at him and gave him a tight smile. Adam got within speaking distance and stopped, moving only when Matt pulled her out of the foot traffic and up tight against a building. Adam’s pupils were black pools and she could tell he’d been drinking. If it was anything like any other night, he’d been drinking a lot. ‘Well hello Nicki. Matt.’ Adam spoke slowly, carefully measuring each word. Matt pulled her back so that she stood slightly behind him, so.