Franny, by Eric J. Smith

On his third boilermaker, James leaned against the bar facing the dance floor. The couples did the two-step as the band played Randy Travis’ “Better Class of Losers.” He felt dizzy from the hard stuff, but he recognized her—yeah, that was Franny returning by herself from the ladies room. He worked his way over so he could ask her to dance. When he reached her he started talking and she answered. But some guy stepped up saying she was with him. James got hit from behind and went down. Later someone pushed him into the blinding parking lot sunlight.

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