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Trey caught us at the
door as we were leaving asking why were leaving so early. I gave
him the same excuse Derek had given Curtis. He glanced back at the bar
where Curtis was still standing, and ginning almost evilly, he invited
us back.
>From the look Derek gave me when he heard the invitation, I didn't
think we would be visiting the
Monarch Club again, at least not right away.
Darkness had fallen while we were inside, and the air was cooler. We
both inhaled deeply, and hand-in-hand we walked to the
enclosed parking lot. The lot was brilliantly lit by floodlights, and
there were now several more vehicles than when we had arrived. As
we
got into the cab of the truck, Derek slid across the seat next to me
and taking my arm between his, said, "Eating at the Sonic might not
be as good as it would have been inside; but I think we will enjoy it
more, don't you?"
"Yeah, I think we would. Maybe we can get that space by the dumpster,"
I answered, giving him a quick kiss as I started the engine.
We both laughed when I quipped, "That last bottle of ale didn't taste
as good as
the first."