Chapter 37: Are you flirting with me, Montana?

When they were finally back on Earth, possibly blasted into the past, and she was sure they weren’t moving anymore, she opened her eyes. Steve was smiling at her. He looked almost bored. “Not bad,” he said.

“I hate those things.” She walked with wobbling legs, and for the rest of the day, flatly refused to even stand in line with him for any other roller coasters.

***

Montana was just drinking water. “What’s up?” She asked him.

“I missed an audition once because I had gotten a little drunk the night before and slept through it. At the time, it didn’t bother me. I was still in school, and had no real need to get any gigs.” He took a deep breath. “But right now, I’m getting desperate. So I’m not drinking tonight.”

She nodded and then moved to pull out some bottled drinks for people, popping caps off them as she walked down the bar. “What time is your audition?”

He was still looking nervous when she got back to him. “Three o’clock tomorrow.”