I watched with a mix of malicious glee and anticipation as he walked around the edge of the room, then made his way in a casual manner toward the table of our intended victim.
I thought he wouldn’t dare make an attempt in so public a place, but my friend had assured me that he was made of much sterner stuff than I gave him credit for.
My mood soon shifted to one of sheer incredulity as he reached the target and deftly tipped his arm so that his drink fell upon her shoulder, to be followed by profuse apologies…
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The Dinner Party – © 2019 Paul J. Fleming