“Oh, good, you’ve got one. Okay, come with me. I’ll point out Leslie, then you go over and start flirting with her.”
“I’m not good at—” No, it didn’t pay to tell her again flirting wasn’t my forte. Absently, I took a sip of beer. This time it went down more smoothly. And I wondered idly if this new formula would have a similar side effect on me and I’d start kissing everyone I saw.
* * * *
Leslie was a gorgeous brunette. Her looks were vibrant compared to Judy’s more insipid coloring—or maybe it was simply I didn’t like what Judy had done to the girl she’d once claimed was her best friend.
I plopped myself down beside her. “How’s it going, Les?” I bit my lip when I started giggling. Well, that was interesting. Same old side effect.
“I should go home. I’m not having fun. I mean there’s my former best friend dancing with the guy I love, who happens to be my former boyfriend. I don’t know why I let Bobbi talk me into coming to this party.”