At the Houdini Bar, Jameson opened the door for Prandi and did a double-take. Sassy, of all people, was dancing on top of the bar like it was Coyote Ugly. Her performance of I Kissed A Girl was enthusiastic, to say the least. But why did she keep stealing glances of Old Bess?

“Um, Jameson,” Prandi asked, innocently. “What kind of bar is this? And why on earth would you bring me here?”

Jameson had no reply, only an odd smile. The song ended and he made his way for Old Bess, leading Prandi by the hand. Before he could make it to the bar, Sassy stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

Jameson braced himself for the inevitable psychotic flare up.

“Are you cheating on Becca again, you crazy, two-timing sonofabitch!?” Sassy exploded, her arm poised to strike.

“Look, Sassy. I’ve moved on with my life. You can have her if you want,” Jameson answered. “I’ve got no more time for games. And, quite frankly, I’ve got no more time for crazy.“

The shock only lasted a few seconds, then Sassy unloaded on him.