Brighid: Darling, so good of you to join me. May I offer you anything?
Brighid: Water? Hmmmm…no one’s ever asked me for water before. How about some champagne? Meade? Vodka and tonic?
Brady: It’s eight o’clock in the morning.
Brighid: Bloody Mary? Mimosa?
Brady: Riiiight. Thanks for the offer. I think I’m okay for now.
Brighid: All right then, shall we get started?
[Satyr skips by playing pan flutes]
Brady: Whoa. This place is a trip.
Brighid: I know you’re such a sweet little newbie, but trust me, you’ll love it here. How do you like working with Jacks?
Brady: Cindy? Oh she’s great. She’s taken a lot of time to talk to me, to flesh out my past.
Brighid: True, she has many a good point. Just don’t wake her up in the middle of the night to ask her opinion about white chocolate. She gets terribly agitated by that.
Brady: Gotcha. I think I can steer clear of that.
Brighid: So could you share a bit of that past with us?
Brady: [clears throat] I don’t know where to start.
Brighid: Tell us a bit about your family.
Brady: Well, my mother passed away a few years ago and I’ve done my best to take care of my little sister since then. She’s a sophomore at UVA, pre-med.
Brighid: And your father?
Brady: Ummm, let’s just say he was never around.
Brighid: You poor thing. You’re such a dear to support your family. Where do you work, love?
Brady: I’m a bartender at a club called Divine in DC. I used to be a waiter and a short order cook, but a friend tipped me off that I could make more money and spend more time at home with Katie, my sis, if I became a bartender.
Brighid: You’re so sweet I just want to dunk you in my coffee. Well, if I drank coffee I would. And what about Laila. Could you tell me a bit about her?
Brady: Mrs. Parker—sorry, Laila is such a nice person. She’s my landlady. I rent out her basement apartment in Northwest.
Brighid: [Looks around for Cindy] Just between you and me, is anything brewing with you and your landlady?
Brady: Oh that wouldn’t be appropriate. She’s married, but I can tell you we have a connection, a—
Cindy: [Bursts into Brighid’s sitting room] Brady! Honey, I know you don’t know the rules yet, but you can’t talk about that.
Brighid: [Sticks out tongue] Oh good, the party pooper’s here.
Cindy: And you know better, Brighid. Putting spoilers on the blog for all to read.
Brady: I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get Brighid in trouble.
Cindy: Don’t blame yourself. Brighid is plenty good at getting herself in trouble.
Brighid: It was a perfectly legitimate question.
Cindy: The whole point of the book is how Laila and Brady’s relationship develops. Besides, he doesn’t know the whole story yet.
Brighid: Oooh, too juicy to tell the innocent over there?
Brady: Hello, still in the room.
Cindy: Sorry, hon. But yes, I think there are some things I’ve got planned for you that we should let unfold as I write them.
Brady: Wow. Well, I guess my future is in your hands. I’m okay with that.
Cindy: Hey, thanks for the vote of confidence. I appreciate it.
Brighid: You’re still a huge party pooper, Jacks.
Cindy: Since you’re whole life is a party, Brighid, I can live with that assessment. Oh—what happened with Rey? You left everyone hanging with the shower scene.
Brighid: I’ll get back to Rey next week, but Brady is just too delicious. I had to introduce him to everyone here at PM.
Cindy: He is totally hot.
Brady: [Blushing brightly] Still here, guys!
Cindy: Oh right, sorry…hee hee.