I got up to my knees in the booth to watch them as did Mindy.
This didn’t last long. Max and Brody waded in, Max taking Harry by the back collar and jeans, lifting him up to his feet and pushing him off. Brody did the same with Robert, pushing him in the opposite direction.
“Dumbass, motherfucker!” Harry yelled, steak juice, ketchup and horseradish sauce and what looked like wine, butter and sour cream too on his shirt, Max’s hand in his chest, pushing him back toward the front door.
“Cool it, Harry,” Max clipped still pushing at his chest, Harry shuffling backward, “outside.”
I watched until the door closed behind Max, Harry turned jerkily toward the front steps, Max’s hand came to his upper back and they walked out of sight. Then I looked the other way and Robert and Brody had disappeared out a glass door that led to a back patio. Shauna, too, had vanished from sight.
“Wow,” Mindy breathed and I looked at her then she smiled bright. “Neens, babe, you’re a totally fun date.”
I grinned shakily at Mindy, something caught the corner of my eye, I lunged to the side, grabbed our scuttling waitress by the wrist and asked, “I know you’ve got clean up but when you get a chance can I have an Amaretto on the rocks? A big one.”
“Sure,” she muttered distractedly.
“And you have one too,” I told her. “Put it on our bill.”
Her eyes focused on me and she said, “Hey, thanks.”
I waved my hand, got off me knees and sat on my behind. “No problems,” I muttered, took a deep breath and looked at Mindy. “You think we’ll ever go out without the night ending in men fighting?”
“This one was more fun than the last,” Mindy commented.
“Yes, this is true,” I agreed.
“Still, it might get old,” Mindy said on a smile.
“This is true too.”
“I’ve never had Amaretto. That isn’t a big seller at The Dog. Should I try one?”
“You have to taste Amaretto before you die,” I informed her, my words dramatic but they were also true.
“Then that’s a yes.”
I smiled at her. She smiled back.
* * * * *
“My favorite part…” we were all standing beside the Cherokee, me swaying slightly and Brody was reminiscing about our night, “was when Nina told Shauna she was in your bed and your hand was down her jeans. That was f**kin’ awesome.”
“Say goodnight, Brody,” Max ordered.
Brody grinned. “Just sayin’.”
“I liked it when Nina came up with all those words for crazy,” Mindy added, also feeling like waxing poetic about our fun filled evening. “I didn’t even know there were that many words.”
“I forgot barking,” I informed Mindy.
“I so have to live in England. You all talk killer,” Mindy exclaimed.
“And barmy,” I went on.
“Cool!” Mindy cried.
“And loopy, batty and crackers,” I carried on.
Max opened the passenger side door and his hands went to my hips. “Say goodnight, Nina.”