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“Another Cosmo, Stevie?” Buddy asks, and now Lucy knows her name.
         “No,” Lucy answers for her. “Let Stevie try what I’m having.”
         “I’ll try anything,” Stevie says. “I think I’ve seen you at the Pied and the Vixen, dancing with different people.”
         “I don’t dance.”
         “I’ve seen you. You’re hard to miss.”
         “You come here a lot?” Lucy asks, and she has never seen Stevie before, not at the Pied or the Vixen or any other club or restaurant in P town.
         Stevie watches Buddy pour more tequila. He leaves the bottle on the bar, steps away and busies himself with another customer.
         “This is my first time,” Stevie says to Lucy. “A Valentine’s Day present to myself, a week in P town.”
         “In the dead of winter?”
         “Last I checked, Valentine’s Day was always in the winter. It happens to be my favorite holiday.”
         “It’s not a holiday. I’ve been here every night this week and never seen you.”
         “What are you? The bar police?” Stevie smiles and looks into Lucy’s eyes so intensely it has an effect.
         Lucy feels something. No, she thinks. Not again.
         “Maybe I don’t come in here only at night like you do,” Stevie says, reaching for the tequila bottle, brushing Lucy’s arm.
         The feeling gets stronger. Stevie studies the colorful label, sets the bottle back on the bar, taking her time, her body touching Lucy. The feeling intensifies.
         “Cuervo? What’s so special about Cuervo?” Stevie asks.
         “How would you know what I do?” Lucy says.
         She tries to make the feeling go away.
         “Just guessing. You look like a night person,” Stevie says. “Your hair is naturally red, isn’t it. Maybe mahogany mixed with deep red. Dyed hair can’t look like that. You haven’t always worn it long, as long as it is now.”
         “Are you some kind of psychic?”
         The feeling is awful now. It won’t go away.
         “Just guessing,” Stevie’s seductive voice says. “So, you haven’t told me. What’s so special about Cuervo?”
         “Cuervo Reserva de la Familia. It’s special enough.”
         “Well, that’s something. It looks like this is my night for first times,” Stevie says, touching Lucy’s arm, her hand resting on it for a minute. “First time in P town. First time for one hundred percent agave tequila that costs thirty dollars a shot.”
         Lucy wonders how Stevie can know it costs thirty dollars a shot. For someone unfamiliar with tequila, she seems to know a lot.
         “I believe I’ll have another,” Stevie calls out to Buddy, “and you really could pour a little more in the glass. Be sweet to me.”
         Buddy smiles as he pours her another, and two shots later, Stevie leans against Lucy and whispers in her ear, “You got anything?”
         “Like what?” Lucy asks, and she gives herself up to it.
         The feeling is fueled by tequila and plans to stay for the night.
         “You know what,” Stevie’s voice says quietly, her breath touching Lucy’s ear, her breast pressed again her arm. “Something to smoke. Something that’s worth it.”
         “What makes you think I’d have something?”
         “Just guessing.”
         “You’re remarkably good at it.”
         “You can get it anywhere here. I’ve seen you.”
         Lucy made a transaction last night, knows just where to do it, at the Vixen, where she doesn’t dance. She doesn’t remember seeing Stevie. There weren’t that many people, never are this time of year. She would have noticed Stevie. She would notice her in a huge crowd, on a busy street, anywhere.
         “Maybe you’re the one who’s the bar police,” Lucy says.
         “You have no idea how funny that is,” Stevie’s seductive voice says. “Where you