This Means You. Patti orders tequila and I order gin. Since we are speaking English and are not drunk, we are the object of many crypto-Hispanic stares. The barmaid pulls at the hem of her brassiere through her t-shirt, then pours herself a shot. Patti lifts a quarter from our change and goes to the jukebox.
Several customers begin to sing along in phonetic approximation.
Black and red. Black for sin. Red for defloration. The colors of salvation. They were my high school colors, too.