Terri

You lean back and look over your shoulder to see your friend Terri leaning against the corner of the house grinning at you. Even in just the moonlight you can see she already has the start of a killer tan.

You chuckle at her paraphrasing a line from one of her favorite movies before responding. “First off I am not morose, secondly I’ve never slept with anyone’s mom and finally,” you cock an eyebrow at her, “aren’t you the one who owns every Echo and the Bunnymen import?”

“Nope” she says grabbing a chair and sitting down next to you. “I still need two more for the complete set.”

“Oh well excuse me, Hey!” You exclaim as she steals your beer and finishes it off in one swig.

“Now your excused” she says smiling at you as she hands you back the empty bottle.

“Gee thanks.” You reply sarcastically. “If you wanted a beer you could’ve just grabbed one from the fridge.”

“Eh, yours was closer” she shrugs. “So what’s the deal, I hear you’re not going to the Sand Bar tonight?”

“Oh and where did you hear that?” you ask wondering if the small town rumor mill was already at work spreading the tail of your relationships demise.

“Apparently when Scott and Andy showed up at the Sand Bar without you Ashley gave them the third degree” she explains. Ashley was the head bartender at the Sand Bar. Her uncle Kevin owned the place and hired her as soon as she graduated college. She had put herself threw college tending bar and graduated with a business degree, which worked out great because her uncle hated doing the books. Over the past two years she had become one of your closest friends even though she had taken an almost instant dislike to your now ex-girlfriend. “When she found out why you weren’t coming she was so pissed at them for not dragging you out she cut them off and put the two of them on bar back duty until you show up, then called me and told me if I showed up without you I’d either be joining them or waiting tables.”

You can’t help but laugh. While Ashley was a great friend she had one hell of a temper. One time, just after she started, some tourist had made the mistake of trying to put her tip down the front of her tank top. She had broken two of the guy’s fingers and given him a black eye before her uncle had pulled her off him and thrown the guy out. Needless to say after that all of you knew better than to argue with her when she was angry.

“So as I see it we have two choices; you can get up and come to the bar with me, or we can stay here and drink. Because I’m not going to get stuck waiting tables my first night of summer.”