A loud shout from the direction of the Houdini Bar made Jameson and Prandi look up.

“Do you think that was Sassy or Becca?” Prandi asked, nervously edging farther away from the bar.

“I don’t know, man, that Old Bess has some lungs on her. But I have a feeling it was Becca. She looked ready to punch something or somebody when she walked in. I hope Paul’s doing OK, wherever he is.”

“I’m just glad Becca didn’t punch you,” Prandi smiled at him, lightly touching him on the arm. Jameson grabbed her hand and kissed it on the palm, sending yet another delicious flurry of blushes cascading down her throat.

“Well, what does milady want to do next? Your royal steed awaits.” Jameson sat on the Vespa and handed a helmet back to Prandi.

“Mmm, I don’t know. My dorm has a 3 AM curfew so we have a little over an hour before I have to head back. And don’t forget I left my car in the Chili’s parking lot.”

“Duly noted. You know, there’s this planetarium near school that has the most amazing laser shows on the weekend…”