Owen was driving, Nola in the passenger seat and Hugh, Finn and a girl he had met earlier tonight at Malones named Connie were in the back seat. They were headed over to Jimmie’s on the causeway for a night out. Nola insisted that they all go together for once, though she didn’t seem too pleased about Connie.
Owen slowly drove the length of the causeway, careful to watch for the pedestrians crossing back and forth. He found a place to park up at the far end, not too far from Jimmie’s.
“We’re here,” he called back to the others. Conn gently caressed Taisie’s cheek and she opened her eyes.
“You were looking at me again,” she murmured, but she smiled.
“Guilty,” he agreed. “We’re here. Wake up, sleepyhead.” Meanwhile, Nola had already gotten out of the van and was opening the back door.
“Come on, you two. You’re holding everyone else up,” she said. She was interrupted by a burst of fireworks set off over the lake. It looked like someone was setting off bottle rockets from a cottage on the other shore. It was a perfect summer night, stars clear in the night sky, and the colors from the fireworks reflected on the water.
Eventually, they were all out of the van and headed towards Jimmies. Hugh sauntered along, looking at everyone they passed, especially smirking at any young attractive women. Finn had his arm around Connie and his head was bent to her as they talked. Nola was like a little girl, pulling Owen along by his hand, leading the way. Conn, holding Taisie’s hand, strolled after them all, happy just to be in the moment, out for a night on the town with his girl.
By the time they got to Jimmie’s, Nola and Owen were already pushing two small tables together for the group. This early in the week, the bar didn’t seem quite as crowded as on the weekends. Hugh and Finn went up to the bar, to get a couple of pitchers of beer and some glasses. There was a rock band already playing and couples were up on the dance floor.