“Honey, you trying to get us jumped tonight?” I tease as we pull into Jumpin’ Janet’s.

It’s actually like all the bars we go to; just trying to make conversation. It’s a bit more crowded than I would have expected on a Monday night.

We grab barstools, and order. I twirl around on my stool looking around,and people watching. Our drinks come, and we both pick them up and take a sip at the same time.

We rarely play pool or darts anymore; happy on our barstools. As the kitchen closes at ten; I’m excited as ashtrays are set about.

I immediately reach in my purse, and light a cigarette. Nice to actually enjoy a cigarette. Truth, Robert pays an extra three hundred dollar bill; if they can prove it, on each of our hotel stays, as I always smoke in our room.

Robert stands up, says he’ll be right back, and goes out the door. He’s back in less than five minutes with his stinky fat stogie.

We’re both happily smoking away, when the bartender passes us and we order another round. Some guy grabs the seat next to me as we order; I look over, he looks familiar, but doubt I know him.