“You’ve been scarce lately,” Rodney commented at the end of another week as we sat together at Ned’s, eating chicken wings on a Friday night. Royce had excused himself briefly to empty his bladder.
“Been feeling a little more energized, getting some work done. It’s good.”
He smirked. “What’s his name, this ‘energizer’?”
I laughed. “Good one. Nothing to tell, so quit it.”
“Ooh, is it a secret, then, this new love interest?” Rodney was nothing if not relentless. Goddamn bloodhound.
Thankfully, Royce chose that moment to return. “What’s going on?” he asked. “I could see the smirk on Rodney’s face from the bar as I was walking back.”
“Nothing at all. Rodney’s just being Rodney.”
“He has a new love interest,” the rat said.
Royce’s eyes widened. “Really? Who is it? Give me a name, man.”
