Page 20 of The Girl with No Name

Light blue with the curves on it

Yeah you know it’s on

When she wears that dress

Looks like a Goddess

Waits for you to put the moves on her

Man go get some

You know how it started

Levis with Bacardi

Showed her how to dance

Yeah you brought the romance-ing

She gets a little naughty

When she’s drinkin’ Bacardi

And she’s kissin’ on you

Past 1 a.m.

“Oh my God,” Wendy says, a hand over her heart. “That’s so beautiful. I’m actually crying.”

“Yeah, I just wish I could sing well. And play.”

“I think you’ve got something there. Seriously. That was damn good. You wrote that? You didn’t steal it?” Wendy asks.

“I wrote it.”

“Where do you come up with this shit?” Dunn asks.

“No idea.” I shrug. “Just started writing and thought it was a funny pun to ‘Marry Bacardi.’”

“That is so sweet.” Wendy wipes a tear from her eye. “You better be careful with this one. I might actually fall in love with him.”

“Okay, Reedy, you heard the woman.” Dunn takes another swig of his beer. “Her hormones are extra active when pregnant. That’s enough of that. We better bounce.”

He finishes his beer, and we stand. “We’re heading downtown. I want to see this place you’ve been living in, meet this roommate of yours. What’s his name?”

“Mason. And I don’t live downtown. I live in Old Town.”

“Downtown, Old Town, whatever. It’s a big city, and it’s all the same to me, bro. Let’s roll. Bye, babe.” He gives her a peck on the lips.

“What time will you be back?”

Charlie shrugs. “I don’t know. Monday, probably. Or Sunday. Maybe in a week if we have a big adventure. You never know when me and Walker get into something.”

She cocks her head. “Good one. So, tonight?”

“Babe, we’re going to the music festival.”

“No, we’re not going. I can’t go,” I interject. “I have work tomorrow. Are you deaf, bro?”