A Christmas Carol
Holidays are... well, just days to me. I've long been taking my special days where I can find them, Kat said into the depths of his beer.
Lolly and James exchanged looks over the bowl of bar nuts. A string of electric chili peppers dangled over their booth; Backdoor Santa was playing on the jukebox; and Kat Thomas Petty was wallowing in woe-is-mes. Yes, it was beginning to look a lot like Christmas in LeChucks Bar & Grill.
The woman pointed her chin at her husband, and then jerked her head at the man hunched to her right. It was couples sign language, and James knew it well. His eight-month pregnant wife was cuing him to speak their mind.
James slipped a finger into the neck of his shirt, pulling it away from his Adams apple. Aw, Jasper, dont say shit like that, he tried for starters. Lolly here will think youre serious.
Kat glanced up and shuddered. Lolly hoped hed been startl