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ever seen,” he laughed as he reached for his vodka.
    “So what was all that about?” the waitress asked as she walked up to table.
    “What?” Biscuit asked over his shoulder.
    The waitress thrust her hips back and forth, more in a fluid motion that Biscuit’s jerky haphazard method. She placed her hands on her hips and smiled as she gyrated a few more times, appearing to be perfecting a dance move more than imitating Biscuit. As much as I hated to admit it, seeing her do it was not only quite sensual, but rather erotic. It was evident she had at least some experience at dancing and did so quite well.
    “God dayumm,’ Biscuit said as he turned in his seat to face her.
    As she stopped gyrating, she grinned and slapped her hand against her thigh.
    “I just thought it was funny when you were doing it. I’m sorry, I’m just bored,” she shrugged.
    “You can come over here and fuck the air anytime,” Biscuit chuckled.
    “Is that what you were doing, fucking the air ?” she asked.
    “Here? Yeah, I was fucking the air. But in the story I was tellin’, I was fuckin’ a girl’s mouth,” Biscuit responded.
    Here we go.
    “Sounds fun,” she said with a smile.
    “I probably ought to go clean some tables before I get myself in trouble,” she shrugged.
    I grinned and tilted my head her direction as I reached for my full bottle of beer. Oddly, as she turned to walk away, her eyes remained fixed on Biscuit until her body was completely turned around. As she walked toward the bar, she glanced over her shoulder once and grinned.
    “Damn, Biscuit. Looks like she likes ya,” I chuckled as I slapped my left hand against the table.
    “Sooner or later, they all do,” he grinned as he glanced over his shoulder.
    I rolled my eyes as I lifted my bottle of beer.
    “So what’d you want to talk about?” Biscuit asked as he reached for his can Red Bull.
    As I shook my head, he reached for his vodka and drank the remaining liquor from the glass.
    “Nothing, just needed to unwind. I’m good now,” I said.
    “You sure you’re alright, Brother?” he asked.
    I nodded my head, “Positive.”
    “How long you want to stick around?” he asked.
    “Drink this and go?” I responded as I raised my beer in the air.
    “I might stick around until she gets off,” Biscuit said as he tilted his head toward the bar.
    “Trial’s tomorrow,” I said under my breath.
    “You see that girl’s legs?” he asked.
    I nodded my head, grinned, and drank the remaining beer from my bottle. Biscuit’s decision to stay and try his luck with the waitress provided very little guidance to my current situation, but did provide some comfort in the form of reassurance.
    Reassurance the woman I would end up with, if I ever did end up with a woman in my life, would come from a far more grueling application process than thrusting my hips in the air.
    “You sure you’re alright?” Biscuit asked as I finished my beer.
    I nodded my head, “My old girlfriend, Sam. Her mother died. Just wanted to try and let it all settle. Just trying to make sense of it.”
    “Oh shit, your sweetheart? Damn, Brother, I’m sorry. What happened, if I might ask?” he asked as he shook his head from side-to-side.
    “Aluminum foil. It was an accident,” I shrugged, realizing my poorly executed explanation would raise an eyebrow as I finished speaking. 
    “Damn, did she work at the Reynold’s Wrap factory or something?” he asked
    I shook my head as I reached for my keys, “No, she was cooking and went to pull some aluminum foil off the roll, and it cut her wrist. She bled to death before the ambulance arrived.”
    He shook his head as he stood from his seat.
    “Well, when a deal like that happens, you just got to stand back and realize that this world we’re living in ain’t ours, it’s His; and things like that are just proof of it. His plan’s much bigger’n this,” he said as he pointed his finger back and forth between us.
    “Agreed,” I said as I