“I got married,” tell him.
He’ll ask to who.
“Steve something,” say.
You ducked into a bar you’d never been to before to escape the rain. It was already dimly lit and the lights were blinking with the lightning. Steve something was the only other person in the bar.
“It was too romantic to let the opportunity pass,” explain. “The bartender officiated.”
Your uber is outside. Your boyfriend helps you downstairs. You take off your straw hat (you’re honeymooning in Turks and Caicos) and look up at him.
“Is he good to you?” your boyfriend asks.
“Who?”
“Steve something,” he says.
“No idea,” you tell him. “He watched my gimlet while I went to the bathroom.”
“Goddammit!” your boyfriend shouts. “One time I let a vagrant sneak a sip of your drink and you’re gonna hold that over me forever?”
Open the car door.
“Goodbye Dan,” tell him.
“It’s Dave,” your boyfriend will say.
“Dave,” say. “That suits you.”
“It’s been a nice eleven years,” the Dave guy says as your Uber pulls away, taking you to the airport where you’ll fly to the honeymoon suite of Mr. and Mrs. Something.
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