"Where'd you find each other?" 

     Eyes darting around, unsteady sparkles catching moonlight, (i)letting it go(i).  Light drags, deep drags, whole packs of cigarettes minus one (i)tossed(i).  Speaking out loud, (i)trembly(i).  Sleeves pulled down farther and farther (i)stretched(i). 

     A lifelong friend leaping forward, a bit, to say, "It's a little weird." 

     "I wanna hear it.  I wanna hear (i)everything(i)," an oldened young man sweeping the horizon with a hairy arm.  (i)Tough, they're tougher(i).  "Assessed, but don't take off for about a week." 

     "Weird how?" A tiny man with shiny gold rimmed glasses, hands propped to hold something but nothing there. 

     "Weird like life, I bet," hairy arms whacking tiny guy's shoulder.  The thing not there, not falling.  "Don't do that here," she whispered sharply.  "No betting.  No drinking.  And no sex Romeo.  Romeos." 

     "What fun." 

     She'd found her uncovering something in a pile of leaves.  One of them burped.  (i)Tequila(i), a breathy giggle and an (i)oops(i), "Didn't," (i)hiccup(i) know ab (i)hiccup(i) out that rule.  (i)hiccup(i)." 

     "Well, catch up, but get gone."    Nobody moved.  A French couple rubbing each other's ears laughed gently.  "Oui, the but-ter-scotch," her breath steamed when she said it and tipped the thermos at his lips.  The liquid dribbled and he lapped at his own lips.  She pressed hers to his.  "Okay, I'll be the first one to get gone," the woman said in a library quiet voice.  She turned toward the parking lot, hard heeled boots crunching gravel, then turned back, "But, I'll be the first one (i)to you(i) if you need anything." A few more steps away and a hand up, another turn back, "I live pretty far out, so, maybe make a list.  That's what we do.  (i)We make lists(i)."  She got into the car and backed out of the spot.  So short someone laughed and said so, and "Is she even in there?" 

     She'd rolled down the window but it got stuck at half down.  She raised her mouth to the open space.  "I'm in here.  Don't forget to call people.  Let them know you're home." 

     "What phone?" 

     "Is there a phone?" 

     "I have one."  

     "Who are you?" The hairy armed man blew cigarette smoke out while asking. 

     "Just passing through," I unattached my flattening numb butt from the railing.  "Come on in," I opened the bar door.