Kira kept working her phone and muttering encouraging words to urge it on, as if her exhortations would make it respond faster. I laid a hand on her arm. "Relax, girl." She flashed a smile then returned to her phone.
I scooted closer to look over her shoulder. "Are you getting tickets to the show?"
"You bet. I'm nearly there." She cocked her head toward Jo. "I assume you want a ticket. Want one for Larry?"
Jo rolled her eyes. "Sure, why not? Two tickets." I hadn't heard many good things about her latest boyfriend, but at least she had one. Kira rarely bothered with the notion. And although I currently had one, I knew he wouldn't last.
"You want a ticket for Palmer?" Kira asked, as though reading my mind.
Did I want a ticket for Palmer? I doubted it. I didn't even know if he liked the Fiery Boys. We'd only been together a half-dozen times over the past two months, so I didn't know much about him at all. If I had to guess, I'd say that his opinion of the Fiery Boys would be the same as his opinion of everything else: he'd be critical and dismissive. Yeah, he'd hate them. The more I thought about it, the more I knew I didn't want a ticket for Palmer.
Now Palmer wasn't a complete fail. He was good looking and decent in bed. But he was dull. Whereas I was always looking for new adventures, he was always looking for a steady routine. All my enthusiasm for life meant nothing to him.
Still, I understood Palmer's point of view. After working long hours as a plumber's assistant all week, the only thing he wanted to do on the weekend was stay home and watch videos. I couldn't blame him for being a homebody, but I wished he wasn't clingy and testy, too.
So although I wanted an extra ticket, I wasn't sure it would be for Palmer. But since this was a Fiery Boys concert, tickets would certainly be good to have. "Sure, get me two."
Kira grinned and returned to her phone. After a few final taps, she finished the purchase and smiled at the screen. "Yes!" she whooped as her arms punched the air. "We're gonna see the Fiery Boys!" She chanted it loudly in a sing-song voice.
Kira's little display of happiness got noticed all over the bar. Not that there was a man there who hadn't already noticed her. Long blonde hair, a great figure, and the face of a model, it didn't hurt that she wore black shorts and a white lace midriff-baring top over a black bra. Half the men in the bar looked her way as soon as she walked in the door. Now the rest of them were staring, too.