Page 5 of Snap Shot

Gabe swats playfully at Sheena's hand. “Get that thing away from me.”

Sheena tightens her lips and kicks her under the table as the peppy waitress, Lori, walks up, hands tucked into her apron. “Another round over here?”

“Yes, please!” Gabe slides the goblet-style glasses over. “TwoFloat Floatsfor us” —she motions to our side of the table— “and two moreOff You Go'sfor them.” Bea and Sheena nod in agreement. Thank God Gabe knows good beer. I can spot a decent wine, but until today, I'd only had cheap cans.

“The summer IPAs are tasty, right?”

Gabe nods, making goo-goo eyes at the waitress. All this woman needs is someone to talk beerty to her.Beerty, I chuckle to myself.Good one, Indi.

“We're ready to order, too.” Sheena clasps her hands over the menu.

“Sure! Go ahead.”

“Okay, we'll have the cheese curds, pickle fries and nachos—no beef—and the Chicago poutine to start. And then we'll split the Blackened Po'Boy and Quinoa burger.”

“You got it.” Lori threads the bulky glass stems through her fingers, two in each hand, and tucks the menus under an arm. “I'll bring 'em out as they come.”

“Thanks, Lori.”

“Cheese curds? Pickle fries?” Bea's eyebrows rise as Lori walks over to another table. “God bless America!” She cracks open another peanut shell and tosses back their contents.Tossing nuts. Heh.

“I don't know. Ordering 'Chicago poutine' is like a crime against Canada,Beanedict Arnold.” I tilt my head. “Seems—hic—fishy.”

“The only thingfishyis the Po'Boy.” Sheena narrows her eyes. “I've been to Monk's before. You gotta trust me.”

“I trust you.” Bea pats her on the back. “Everything you ordered sounds good.”

My drunk mind wanders. You know what else sounds good right about now? Orgasms. They should have those on the menu. This place would be packed.

Gabe snaps in front of my face, derailing my train of thought. “You dreaming of orgasms again?”

“Hey, now! I think about thingsotherthan orgasms.” I've gotten enough crap on this trip since autocorrect screwed me over on the group chat with its brilliant text edit, “Gimme a sex,” instead of “sec.”

The three of them grin back at me. Sheena pulls her lips in. Bea's brows are on the rise.Again.

“Yeah? Like what?”

I've had two beers too many. “Y’know…law…stuff.”

“Right, right. Lawstuff.” Gabe half-stands from the bench, opening her arm towards me. “Ottawa's brightest legal mind, everyone!”

“Pfft. Pipe down, you bat!” I pull her down by the arm. “I'm onvay-cay-tion.”

“Yeah!” Bea comes to my defense. “Let her loosen up. She hasn't gotten off in forever.”

“Whoa, whoa,whoa.” I wave a palm around before pointing to myself. “I dojustfine, okay?”

“Sure, sure.On your own,” Gabe mumbles.

I straighten. I don't need this. I have dignity! I have pride! “Whatever. Who needs men?” Not me. I've got two hands and a box of toys.Dudes are bigger dicks than the ones they have dangling between their legs.

“I don't know…” Sheena shrugs. “I like mine.”

Gabe crunches on a peanut. “I like mine, too.”

Lucky bitches. Most men are trash. Or maybe there's something wrong with me. Oh, no. Danger! Don't go there. It's dark. Big sad.

“Can we change the subject?” I rest my cheek in one hand, fingertips drumming on the table with the other. “I'd rathernothear about how muchamazingsex you're all having.” Or discuss my lack thereof.

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