"Good thing we left when we did." Sal told Molly. He saw on the internet that a fight broke out. Someone had caught it all on their phone.
"Yeah, why is it we like that place so much?" Molly hugged herself. Jory hated that place. He always said she should come out with him, but he only wanted to go to gay bars. She was beginning to think they must have been more sophisticated than Rumors.
"Because that's where the real local bands play." Did she not understand that?
Molly rolled her eyes and went to brush her teeth. She wasn't sure she was that fond of local bands. She debated if she should call or text Tess. She would hate to ruin a 'moment'. Maybe they were having one, right now. She rinsed her mouth and found herself smiling.
"You're not drunk, are you?" Sal found her and wrapped his arms around her waist and looked at her in the big bathroom mirror. She was in her white ribbed tank now and pajamma pants. He was just in his boxers.
"Of course, not." She sighed.
"Why didn't you say you wanted to go some place else?" He kissed her cheek.
"I know you like that place." She was even lipped.
"Not that much. I don't have to go there." He shrugged, letting go.
"You are kind of picky." She knew a lot of places he hated. Like the brewery where all the wedding receptions were in the old market. He hated most places in the old market because they were crowded. He hated most crowds. Especially, if it was a mecca of rich people.
"As long as I have you, that's all I need." He held her hand and pulled her along to the bedroom.
"What lifetime movie have you been watching?" Should she be believing him now? First he could have a fit how he could complain about everything and now he was sweet as a gummi bear.
Sal just smile and kissed her then as if he really wanted her to stop questioning him and just relax. Everything was going to be OK. They were definitely better off than any of their friends. And he would just show her tonight that he'd always be there for her.
He took her in. He would not fall asleep on her tonight.