“You’re not really going to make me sing karaoke, are you?” Win asked as they slid onto a small booth in the back of the bar.
Randy scooted as close to Win as possible without sitting in his lap. He might end up there after a few drinks there.
“Not if it’s going to stress you out, sugar.” Randy put his hand on Win’s thigh. “I want you to have a good time. But I wouldn’t mind if you sang.”
Win dipped his head. “We’ll see.”
A cocktail waitress stopped by their booth. “What’ll it be?”
“I’ll have a chocolate martini,” Randy said. “Yum. They’re so good here.”
Win shook his head, like he thought Randy might be a little crazy. “A glass of chardonnay.”
Randy waited for her to walk away and then turned his attention fully to Win. “Grandma says you moved in with Molly about a month ago.”
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