Matt twisted and wormed back to his seat, his arms full, as the other patrons hissed and cursed him as he trod on their feet. “Here,” Matt said as he handed Charlie his drink and snack. “Have I missed anything?”
“No,” Charlie said as he watched the play, enrapted. “We’re at the resolution.”
“The Butler did it,” Matt announced as Charlie took a sip of his drink and immediately gagged.
“What is this?” he exclaimed, revolted by the salty, warm sludge that had molested his mouth.
“Sorry” Matt replied. “The vampire at the counter was all out of Diet Coke.”