Gil rubbed the side of his glass over his forehead and then placed the rim to his lips; he tilted his head all the way back to get the very last drop.
He spit an ice cube back into his glass causing the other two to clink and jump out of its way. He then alleged, “Oh HE may look like a SHE, but trust me, there’s more under the dress than one would expect and…” again he pointed at me with his now empty glass, “WHY THE HELL AM I EVEN TELLING YOU THIS?”
“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! You don’t have to bite my head off!” I surrendered and plopped down in the same chair again.
There was another knock. I looked over as Gil opened the door again.
“Valerie go aw…” he started to bark.