White Spritzer
I saw them across the living room, but the mosic was too loud for them to say anything to me, right by the speakers… On one end of the bar, they stood in the corner, but I could see knees sticking out between their hips, and her calves crossed. A heel hooked over a bar between 2 legs on a bar stool, like others lined up, but nobody was sitting in them. On the other side, there were couples standing in the kitchen, talking, and eating hors d’oeuvres from tiny paper plates, the size of saucers, but instead of teacups, they held mini kebabs with cubes of seared meat speared with a chunk of onion, and pepper. Crostini with anchovy, and some kind of cheese. Then, the men stepped back, zipping up their pants, and …