Outside, he crossed to the same group of drunks that Jack and Will had run into when they’d first arrived. Jack’s nerves tightened. Now that she u...nderstood more about the nature of Will’s curse, she no longer believed in coincidences where he was concerned. She looked towards where Will was inside, still seated at the balcony with Shae, wishing she could glare at him through the wall. There was a feeling building. Something was different already. She just couldn’t figure out what it was. Even. The one drink I still hadn't quite finished already had me feeling light-headed. Tequila shots were ordered, and I downed one successfully, and passed on their urging me to keep up with them. I gave in, and drank one more. We were having a great time, and loved that they seemed to shield me from the crowded bar. I especially liked their frequent brushings-up against my legs, and their frequent glances to my partly exposed thigh-high stocking tops. Art and I reminisced, with Jay the attentive. I glanced at Brittany, with Amy sitting in my lap, and could not determine what she was thinking. I leaned over and said, “Come on Brittany, it’s all for charity.”I was temporarily rescued when someone at another table bid $1,500. Amy gave me the pouting lip look, and moved over to another table. Brittany leaned over, “What the hell are you doing?”“Raising money for charity, Dear.” As soon as I said that I felt a hand under the table that grabbed my balls and squeezed so hard it was all I could. Trying a drink called a Mojito for most of the night, instead of her usual Apple Martini, though she remembered having a few of those as well.“Aunt Laura! Can I see if Brenna’s awake?” came the shout from her twelve year old niece, Christy.“Well, she’s got to get up soon. The appointment is in two hours,” came the reply from her mother, with a little bit of stress in her voice.Appointment? Reality was settling in. It was Saturday. So she didn’t have to go to work today.Sigh of relief. What.