Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Murray texted, "Place?"

"Our usual spot."

"Be there in fifteen."

***

The bar was alive with the booming sound of music, tunes that were too catchy to be good for anyone's soul.

As soon as the door to the private room shut behind Murray, it felt like stepping into another universe.

"Made it, Murray?" York greeted, his arm wrapped around a blonde bombshell wearing something that left little to the imagination. His smile widened as he saw Murray push through the door. Murray marched straight to the couch and took a seat.

York gave his companion a wink, and she instantly plastered a flirtatious smile and sidled up to Murray.

"Don't touch me." Murray caught her wandering hand and removed it from his leg.

The woman's smile froze as she sent a pleading look towards York.

"Not your type?" York raised an eyebrow, "We can switch."

Murray poured himself a glass of red wine, "Not interested."

"Man, you've changed. Ever since you and Roseanne split, I thought you'd be out here living it up. Could it be... the little lady at home's got you under her thumb? Doesn't make sense though..." Roseanne couldn't keep him on a leash; how could Millie manage it?

Downing his drink, Murray didn't respond.

York motioned for the woman to come back to his side.

"Okay," and snuggled

at Murray, "Why

"...Nobody."

on, lighten up. Show us a smile,

back, "Get lost! Do I look like a

baby due?

doing

mimed zipping his

eyes, "Could you maybe not revel

York blinked innocently, "Was

"What do you

I'll dial it

just messing around..." Cliff said, reaching for

suddenly covered his glass with

"Murray?" Cliff was puzzled.

up

stated plainly, "One

to register and then he reluctantly

attering, "This isn't lik

always such a heavy

you kidding?

isn't like you."

times he'd come home

the

looks and