Kimmy didn’t know what to expect, exactly, but a small part of her had wondered if Scott’s leaving to get ice had been some sort of ruse to initiate things between herself and Darryl. It turned out, however, he really did go down the hall to get ice.
When he returned, the three of them retired to the den, each with a glass and their chosen poison in tow. The bucket of ice was placed in the middle of the coffee table like a centerpiece, within easy reach. Kimmy took the loveseat, and for a moment she thought Darryl would join her, but he chose the corner seat on the couch closest to her instead, with Scott on his other side. Bottles were opened, alcohol flowed, a celebratory toast was made amid giggles and snickers. The peach schnapps was as smooth and sweet going down as Kimmy remembered,
