The first selection faded and the jukebox rumbled, searching for the next song. As the opening bars of Brick House played, Sassy taunted Prandi, “That was a cute little dance there – for a foreign girl. Why don’t you step aside and I’ll show you how it’s done in America?”

Prandi stilled Sassy with her eyes. “Why don’t you be a sweetheart and wait your turn?”

Sassy was speechless and fuming, as Prandi danced circles around her.

She’s a brick house
Mighty mighty, just lettin’ it all hang out

Somewhere in the background Karl could be seen mouthing the words, “You got served!” before nodding off, his head crashing so forcefully against the bar that it immediately woke him up.

“What’d I miss?” Karl asked instinctively.

She’s a brick house
The lady’s stacked and that’s a fact,
ain’t holding nothing back.

“Only this,” Prandi said, seductively, unzipping her jacket and tossing it at Jameson with a sly smile. Truth be told, she didn’t expect him to fall off his stool like that.