He stood there not knowing what to say. He'd asked about their schools and jobs and where and how they met, and did they all fly in from the same place, and how was the bride's dress and the groom's tuxedo, and what is Austin like anyway. After that it was only the piano player and the heat from the fire tornado. So he did the only thing you can do in a situation like that, and he bought a round of shots.
The great equalizer, the great friend-maker, a brief absence followed by a tray of shots was always met with heaping great howlings of joy. Then it was a night of what's your name agains and the next one's on mes. And that is exactly what happened. The cries and the laughter, the counting and slams, the Lara on the back and the three free light beers. A girl touched his arm, and touched it again and left her hand. And all this happiness took was an extra forty dollars.
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