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'It's simple,' Maureen said, facing Buddy. 'You cleaned me. You made me all right again.' |
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'I bet he made you, all right,' Doug said. |
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'Shut up,' Buddy told him. |
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'Could I have a drink?' Maureen asked. |
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'Sure,' Buddy said. 'Why not.' |
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'I'll get you one,' Lou told her, and caught Sheila giving him a sour look. 'What would you like? How about a vodka and tonic?' |
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'That would be nice. Thank you.' |
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While Lou hurried to prepare the drink for Maureen, Cyndi complained, 'I thought she was supposed to be our servant.' |
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'Oh, real nice. Looks to me like she's all of a sudden ruling the fucking roost around here.' |
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'I only asked for a drink,' Maureen said, her voice soft and apologetic. |
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'That's already been done,' Doug said. |
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Lou, at the counter, looked over his shoulder and saw a blush spread over the young woman's face. 'That wasn't necessary, Doug,' she said. 'I'd like to be your friend. I know that I sort of crashed the party, and I'm sorry about that. I really had no choice in the matter. But since I'm here, I'd like to be friends with all of you.' |
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'You can be my friend any old time,' Doug told her. |
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'She's pulling your chain, you dork.' |
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'No, I'm not,' Maureen said. |
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