Chapter Two: Just a Little Get-Together

"Kurt, what are you doing in Lima?" Dave asked, still in shock.

"After getting rejected from NYADA, I tried making it in New York. But I couldn't. So, here I am," Kurt said, smiling sadly. He fiddled with his collar, then stared at Dave shyly.

"Then, why are you a bartender? Shouldn't you be working with your dad in his car shop?" Dave inquired.

"He sold it, so I could stay in New York for eight years. And you see how that turned out."

There was a brief silence. "Dave? How have you been since the, you know…"

"Incident?"

"Yeah. The incident."

"Fine, just fine. I work at Dusty's now. Marketing."

"I'm so sorry," Kurt said, smiling.

"No problem." Dave said, smiling right on back.

"Hey maybe we can get together sometime, maybe catch up on things." Kurt said, looking Dave right in the eye.

"Yeah," Dave started. "That would be nice."

"How about next Thursday? I'm off then."

"Totally, great." Dave said, smiling. He gave Kurt his address, and left the bar.

Dave entered his old pick-up truck, and looked around the tattered seats. Coffee cups and fast food containers were everywhere, and a couple of cigarettes. Stains colored the truck, and ranged in colors from puke yellow to nasty brown. Dave realized that this looked no different from his small pre-fab in the bad side of Lima.

He had a lot of cleaning to do.