Fran leans against Burgundy s taller shoulder after taking a shot from Mickey s pool of plenty. That Deacon, he always fixes me up. You know, he baptized me in the filthy clay red waters of the Deep River. It is a high laugh across the crisp cool sky. The smell of tobacco wafts through the air.
Stars pattern the sky in tea lights of contemplation.
Jenny is still back in the gold Porsche in the back of the dark empty parking lot. Burgundy and Fran lean on each other. Whiskey makes good friends and Chivas Regal makes the best of friends. The girls laugh. It is hard to tell what they meant.