While she waited, she scanned the room for an unoccupied pub table. The best she could scrounge up were two empty bar stools along the back wall of th...e room. Andrew turned from the bar carrying a Budweiser bottle and a mixed drink. Natalie waved him over to the corner she’d found and waited for him to navigate his way through the ever-thickening crowd. When he handed her the drink, she asked him what it was. ‘Alabama Slammer,’ he answered triumphantly, ‘A shot this fruity goes against my. . The owner must have never put any money in the bank because all the slots were on the verge of bursting from the shear amount of cash. “Oh my God, do you see all this?” she squealed with excitement. “Nah, but it looks like we’re gonna covered for a while.” I matched her excitement. “What should we do next? Where should we go?” “Alright, now I have an idea. You count the cash and I’ll get us out of town. We need to put some distance between us. Find some place for us to rest a bit.” “You got it,. “Holly, I don’t know why I drove out here. Obviously the truck didn’t drive itself but I don’t know why….” “Buster, I’m not Martha. You don’t have to play games around me. I’m glad you found your way back out here. I really am. I really didn’t want to drive all the way over to Fairfield to sit at a bar pushing off maybe-I-can-get-lucky-with-Holly-tonight drunks. Ya, it didn’t end when I left school. But I won’t drink in town. I thought by driving on over to Fairfield my reputation wouldn’t.