Hand Of Her Niece On His Leg

His head swooned. The memories of Abigail's infidelity making him burn with hatred coupled with the hand of her lovely niece on his leg under the table was too much to process at once. For a moment, Melvin thought he was going to be sick.

"Excuse me for a moment," he said, pushing himself away from the table and standing up. What was wrong with him? Dizziness almost forced him back into his chair, but he fought it and headed towards the bathroom in lurching steps.

They watched him leave. Tina sipped at her drink for a moment, rolling her straw between two long fingers, the wheels of her mind turning thoughts through mental gears. She didn't remember Uncle Melvin being so cute.

Abigail turned a questioning gaze towards Richie and asked, "What was that all about?"

Richie shrugged, took another swallow of his beer and said, "Babe, the whole world is getting pissed on today." As the first waves of his beer buzz slipped over him, Richie felt that this statement explained everything.