They found a table near the dance floor. Jared ordered another martini, Charlie a beer, and the Richards each a vodka Collins from a very cute waiter who was shirtless, in tight jeans, wearing a gray cowboy hat and a red bandana.
It was just a bit after 8 o’clock and the band, Lost Dogies, was already playing. Only a couple of people were on the dance floor, typical of when a group of people were together for the first time. Charlie knew as the evening wore on and the liquor got flowing that that would all change.
The leader of the band stood, smiled, and said that Tex would be happy to teach the joys of country/western dancing to any of the tender-foots that would like to learn.
Tex hopped off the stage and several of the guys, including Rick and Richard, got up as the band started pla
