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weekend.  My brother wanted to come out and get a drink with some of his friends.”
    “You’re not in Carver anymore?”
    “No.  I’m up at Wichita State.  One more year to go,” Dana continued and I stood up, deciding a bathroom break would be a good thing.  I didn’t need to sit around while Brandon and Dana got reacquainted. 
    “Where’re you going?” Brandon asked.
    “Bathroom,” I said, and didn’t say anything else as I pushed my chair in and headed to the ladies room. 
    I used the bathroom and then stood in front of the sink, washing my hands more vigorously than I realized until I looked down and saw a mountain of suds spilling over my hands.  I quickly rinsed them off and dried my hands before staring at myself in the mirror.  I could see the annoyance on my face.  I wasn’t really sure where it was coming from, but I was fairly certain it had to do with Brandon and the fact that his penis controlled his entire body.  It always had.  While Jesse was always a gentleman, Brandon was constantly making lewd comments about getting laid or the way a girl’s ass looked in tight jeans.  He didn’t differentiate either.  It didn’t matter who the body part belonged to, if it was there, he was checking it out.  I’d even caught him staring at my chest a few times, especially when cleavage was involved.  I knew there was never any romantic interest.  I was just a pair of big boobs he could stare at while whatever perverted thought was going on in that sex-crazed brain of his. 
    It shouldn’t have surprised me that the moment Dana even looked at him, he’d completely forget the past and the way her group had treated everyone in high school, walking around as if they owned the school, hurting anyone they wanted and not giving it a second thought.  Maybe Dana wasn’t like that.  I didn’t really know, but she’d associated with those people, something that definitely made me question her integrity.  I questioned her motive too.  Why now, did she think Brandon was worth talking to when in high school she wouldn’t have given him a second glance?  Maybe she’d changed.  Maybe she’d gone to college and realized how not important the drama of high school was.  Maybe not.
    One thing I was certain about though was that Brandon obviously hadn’t changed.  I’d thought maybe the army and what had happened to him had helped him mature.  The time we’d spent together since he’d come back made me think maybe he had changed, but watching the encounter with him and Dana showed me Brandon’s penis, not his brain, was still in charge of his life.
    I sighed, slumping my shoulders as I finally left the bathroom.  I glanced over to our table and saw Dana was still there.  Her chair was closer to Brandon now and maybe I was imagining it, but she looked as if she was leaning into the table so she could squeeze her boobs together, practically shoving them in his face.  Dana and Brandon were smiling and laughing and the entire display was nauseating.  I decided not to join them just yet.  I needed a ginger ale to settle the uneasiness in my stomach. 
    I walked towards the bar, having to walk by Brandon and Dana as I did so, but as I glanced briefly at the table, it didn’t appear Brandon even noticed I was there.  I sat down at the bar and ordered my soda.  It was sitting before me a second later and then I sipped at it while snacking on some pretzels. 
    What the hell was I doing here anyway?  I hated bars.  I didn’t even drink and I hated the smoke.  I was only here because Brandon wanted to come.  I’d wanted to spend some time with one of my best friends…a best friend who’d nearly died, but he was more interested in a potential hook-up he could’ve only dreamed about before he became some war hero.  Dana just felt sorry for him or she wanted some of the attention for herself.  Whatever it was, it wasn’t real.  She’d probably never said more than ten words to