I have to admit that I’m a little hurt that she didn’t recognize me, but I’m sure I looked different in my brother’s suit and tie. It’s not like she paid that much attention to me when she was bartending. I was just one of many conventioneers she had to serve. I think she notices me now, though. I’ve gotten under her skin although I may have gone a little too heavy on the asshole. But she doesn’t seem to have any problems taking shit and giving it right back in kind. I’m sure she gets all kinds of remarks being a bartender and she can certainly handle herself. And it’s sexy as hell. My mind is already racing with images of kissing her, and doing a lot of other things with her, but there’s that little problem of her being engaged to my brother. If that’s a real engagement then I’m Santa Claus. Their so-called engagement is as much of a myth as that bearded fellow in the bright red suit and his flying reindeer-pulled sled.
