Dinner was over and I was in the kitchen with Marcus going through all the utensils. He was going to take some with him for his own kitchen. I didn’t mind. I’d probably never use them again.
I was riffling through a drawer full of wax paper and aluminum foil when Marcus cleared his throat behind me. I stood up straight and then turned to face him. He looked slightly worried, and my stomach dropped. Marcus never got worried about anything. He was always carefree.
“What’s up?” I asked him.
“There’s a restaurant, down in New Orleans… They’ve been asking me for months to come work for them, but I always told them I couldn’t. Well, I called them up yesterday and asked if the job was still open… and it is. They want me to start Monday,” he told me hesitantly. “I told them I’d be there.”
I pulled Marcus into a hug. “Congratulations!” I nearly yelled. It was a bit overkill for the close proximity we were but I was so happy for him I couldn’t care. “That’s great Marcus! You’ll love it in New Orleans!”
“You’re not… mad?” he asked, slightly surprised.
“Why would I be mad?” I asked him. “You’re moving on and getting a way better job. There’s no way I’d be mad at you. You’re one of my best friends after all!”
Marcus smiled the widest smile I think I’d ever seen on his face. “I can’t wait to get down there,” he said.
“I’m happy for you. You’ll love it there,” I told him again.
Marcus smiled and I nodded towards all the dishes. “Let’s finish this up in the morning, shall we?” I asked. “Let’s celebrate!”
I’d had three beers and a shot of Jack and my head wasn’t nearly swimming as much as I thought it would be. Maybe the action was just delayed somewhat, or maybe it was because I’d drank all of this over a four and a half hour period, but I only had a slight buzz.
Some blonde was up singing karaoke and I desperately wanted her to get off the stage. She wasn’t terrible, but she’d been up there for three songs and believe it or not, karaoke was kinda my thing. When they’d announced that it was going on tonight I’d begged Marcus to go up with me, but he refused to. So now I was just waiting for her to get off the stage and give me a chance.
She finished her song (something by Gretchen Wilson), and it was finally my turn to go up. I made my way up to the stage, and Marcus whistled for me as I walked up. I smirked and shook my head.
I gave the guy my song (Little Lion Man by Mumford and Son’s) and stepped up onstage. Marcus cheered for me once more and I rolled my eyes.
I began the song and sang my heart out. When I was finished, the crowd cheered for me like I was someone famous come to sing for them. They demanded an encore so I reluctantly obliged and sang Love Is A Battlefield by Pat Benatar. The crowd went wild again, but by this time I knew it was time to go home, so I thanked them for being so kind to me, and then made my way back to the table.
“Ready?” I asked of Marcus. He finished the last swig of his beer and nodded.
We made our way outside the bar. It was a tad chilly out, but that was probably because I’d been onstage under the hot lights. Marcus threw me the keys and unlocked the door. After buckling my seatbelt (a habit I’d gotten into very young), I began to drive home.
“I haven’t had this much fun since we used to go out every Friday night with Tori,” Marcus said with a smile.
I nodded. “I definitely had a good time.”
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