Please Celebrate with us!

He was an evening cook at Big Red Keno, she was hired as a server. Shift after shift nothing came about. Nod after nod a friendship bloomed. Eventually the nods became garage beers. One thing lead to another and they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. When a mutual friend asked what they were doing both answered differently “Dating” was his; “Fucking” was hers. A brief pause to switch their responses. The second brief pause to realize they would have to discuss some things. 4-5 years later things haven’t changed much. Except a ring came into the picture.