my hand up to my nostrils and made a snorting sound.
"Oh, really?" said Troy. "Yeah, I can see that."
"We're two years out of college," I said, "and she isn't anywhere near to getting a job."
"She doesn't need to," said Dan. "She's a trust fund baby. She's set for life."
"I know," I said, "but c'mon, can you spend your entire life partying, doing drugs, and going to clubs?"
"You can if you plan on dying young," said Alicia.
"That's exactly what I'm afraid of," I said. "I'm going to have to talk to her."
"You're a good friend with a good heart, Kiri," said Dan, "but people are what they are. You can't save the world. It took me a long time to figure that out."
"That's why you're in pre-med for emergency medicine, right?"
"Yeah, whatever," he said as his girlfriend rubbed his arm and smiled at him. I've never seen him so happy since he met Nikki.
The waitress came to clear away the dessert plates and asked if there was anything else we needed. We all said no. She came back a few seconds later with the bill. Dan whipped out his credit card.
Kelly returned, more upright with wide eyes. She practically gleamed. Alicia stole a look at me. I nodded.
"Well, thank you everybody," I said. "This has been fantastic. Best birthday ever."
"Come with me to Royale!" said Kelly. "It'll be fun."
"No thanks," I said.
"You want to come over and hang with Nik and me?" Dan said.
And be all uncomfortable while you two make googly eyes at each other waiting for me to leave? No thanks.
"No, I'm good," I said as I stood up. "I'm going to head home."
Outside it was a fresh spring night, a little cool but after the long cold winter we had it was delightful. Kelly and Alicia headed toward downtown. Troy and Dean went over to the Pru for something Dean wanted to get at the mall. Dan, Nikki, and I walked down Boylston Street toward the Hynes T stop.
Nikki was the most gorgeous girlfriend Dan has ever had, and he's had a few. She reminds me of Rihanna. Dark skin, incredible green eyes, and a slinky body that tonight was wrapped in a tight black dress, a shiny jacket made of some material I couldn't identify, and big black boots with pointed toes. Her fingernails were painted white.
But there was something about her that was unusual. I couldn't put my finger on it, but every time I saw her I got a vibe I didn't understand. I was going to have to mention that to Dan sometime.
But tonight I had a different question.
"Nikki," I said, "you work at Channel 5, right?"
"Well, I don't actually work there," she said. "It's an internship. I'm planning on getting a job as a reporter when I graduate. I'd like it to be there but I'll probably have to start in Worcester or Providence or somewhere else."
"Oh wow, I can totally see you on the air!"
"Thanks."
"I just wanted to ask if you had any advice on how to look somebody up... you know, background checks and stuff."
"Yeah, I know how to do that."
"Because there's a... shit, I shouldn't be talking about this... there's a person I need to find who left something at the bank. And I... need to get it back to him."
"Is he a bank customer?" said Dan.
"Yes," I said, "but the phone number he gave us is disconnected. And the address he used doesn't exist. I did a web search and as far as I can tell he doesn't really exist."
"Oooh, a mystery," said Nikki. "I love mysteries. What type of man is he?"
"Well, he looks a little like one of the guys that played James Bond before the current guy."
"Pierce Brosnan," said Dan. "He was a lightweight. Daniel Craig is so much better."
"No, not that one. Who was the one before that?"
"Timothy Dalton?"
"Yes, kind of like him only younger and better-looking with a bigger squarer jaw. Bigger frame too, like he has lots of muscles. Slicked-back black hair. Deep aquamarine eyes. Expensive suit. Got that