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her from her brooding. Edwardo, from the coffee shop, stared down at her. “Oh, hello, Edwardo.”
    He pressed a fist to his chest. “You remember my name. I am a happy man.”
    She doubted that’s all it took to make him happy. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
    “I am now.” He held out his hands. “Come dance with me.”
    “Oh, no thanks.” She pointed to Whitney. “My roommate would probably love to dance.”
    Whitney glared across the table.
    “No, it’s you or...” He spread his legs and cradled an invisible partner, which Faye presumed was supposed to be her. He performed a kind of grinding motion that looked nothing like dancing and a whole lot like pleasuring himself against the table. “…nobody.”
    Whitney’s mouth dropped open. “As if I’d dance with you, jackass. I could dance with anyone in here if I wanted to.”
    Edwardo shrugged. “Not me.”
    “Beat it,” Max said. “She’s with me.”
    “She’s with me,” Fabio countered, sliding his arm around her shoulder.
    The pulse of the music had moved from Faye’s chest to her head. She rubbed her temples. Why had she agreed to come? The potent mixture of the two men’s cologne cloyed at her throat.
    “I need a drink.” She gripped her glass and shoved against Fabio, pushing him along the bench. Either he’d move or land on the floor. She didn’t care. He jumped to his feet and reached for her. She dodged his attempt and added a quick spin to avoid Edwardo’s open arms. “Please.” With one hand held up in defense, she backed away. “Don’t follow me.”
    Everybody stared at her as if she was a skittish cat they were trying to lure to the table. The distance between her and the crazies grew until the crowd finally swallowed her. She turned and wove her way toward the bar. Inserting a shoulder, she elbowed her way through the crush until she reached the neon glass counter.
    Despite the swarming mob of towering beauties, the bartender singled her out. His black hair glistened from the tube of lights running around the bar, and the black superhero mask he wore accentuated his ice blue eyes. He looked at her as if she was the only person in the bar. “What can I get you?”
    She held up her empty glass. “Gin and tonic, please.”
    “You bet.”
    He flipped the bottle of gin in the air, catching it right side up. Faye smiled. Obviously taking that as encouragement, the bartender executed several more complicated moves that involved a lot of cape flapping and bottle catching behind his back. Coos of amazement eddied around her. Faye tapped a finger against the glass top. All she wanted was a drink, not a circus act. Next he grabbed the sprayer nozzle and slowly extended it to its full length. He turned, stepped over the hose so his back faced her, and began gyrating. Whoops and catcalls erupted, calling for more.
    Holding her gaze over his shoulder, he slid back and forth on the hose. He picked up her glass and positioned it directly under the spray nozzle, which just happened to be wedged in his crotch, and pressed the trigger. The lengths to which people went to get a good tip were appalling.
    The crowd around her went wild, but all she could do was stare at the pseudo-sexual display.After extricating himself from the hose, he picked up a piece of lime and squeezed it into her glass. For good measure he inserted each juice-coated finger into his mouth one at a time, and licked.
    “Oh Mother of God.” She reached across the counter and snatched the glass from his hand. “Give me my damn drink.”
    Gin and tonic splashed the counter. Before she could reach for a napkin, the bartender bent and licked, running his tongue along the glass.
    She stood, frozen by the exhibition. “Kill me now.”
    “It takes some getting used to, eh?” said a voice from behind her.
    Faye swung around and came face to face with Vern. She gasped and stumbled back a step. “What are you doing here?”
    “Making a courtesy call.” His white teeth