The threesome walk into the banquet hall which has been decorated in the school colors of blue and silver. Bobby twists his arm from Terry's iron grip and turns his attention to Alex who gives him a dazzling smile. Giving her a wink as she tucks her own hand into his arm he escorts her through the door and through the sea of tables until they find their place cards. Bobby holds Alex's chair for her as she is seated. Taking his own seat he takes a deep gulp of water as he glances around the table. Nodding politely at two fellow classmates and their spouses he turns his attention back to Alex. "We need to keep an eye on Terry. I only wish there was a better way to do it." He cranes his neck looking toward the other tables.
"Looking for me?" Asks a sultry voice from Bobby's right. Terry smiles at him as he swallows the mouthful of water he had been drinking. Placing his glass down he gives Terry a lazy smile.
"I think we're in luck." Says Terry picking up the placards. "Someone goofed and there is a place set for Frankie Forte and his wife. So I think I'll just plop down right here next to you Bobby." She sits down and signals a waiter. "Yes, I'll have a gin and tonic please."
Bobby looks over to Alex who rolls her eyes.
Alex leans over and whispers in his ear. "Well, you wanted to keep an eye on her. I think you're the one that she is keeping an eye on." She leans back and gives him an amused smile as she wipes off a bit of lipstick that had gotten on his ear.
"Maybe I'm her next victim." Bobby whispers.
"What are you two whispering about over there? I feel left out." Terry whines as she reaches for a pat of butter for the slice of bread that she has just taken.
"Nothing that was intended for your ears. But, if you insist on knowing, I was talking to my husband about how great last night was." Alex says, coolly.
Bobby chokes on the piece of bread he had just taken a bite of.
Alex slaps him on the back. "Isn't that right Bobby-poo?"
Bobby's ears turn bright red. "Um, that's right, sweety." He replies, coughing.
Terry gives Alex a bored look. "Charlie is so boring. Trust me an accountant is about as spontaneous as a slug. Now, the life of an NYPD Detective must be so exciting. Capturing all of those criminals and carrying a gun all the time. I always thought that carrying a weapon was a big turn-on." Terry flutters her eyes at Bobby who tugs at the collar of his tuxedo.
"Which reminds me, what are Charlie's symptoms?" Alex asks, casually.
"Um...upset stomach, headache and nausea." Terry says, quickly. "Probably the flu. I hear it's going around."
"Maybe, maybe not." Alex calmly looks sideways at Bobby.
Most of the classmates have arrived at this point and have taken their seats. Soon after waiters serve the salad portion of their meal. Alex picks at a tomato as she watches Terry devour her salad in a couple of minutes. "Hungry Terry?" She asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Famished! Are you going to eat your salad?" Terry asks.
"Ah, I think I've lost my appetite." Alex replies, dully.
"Do you mind if I eat it? I'm a vegetarian and the choices on the menu were prime rib and baked stuffed chicken breast. I figure I better eat what I can get." Terry explains.
"Ah, okay, sure, whatever." Alex says, passing her plate over Bobby to Terry.
Bobby eats his salad in silence as he glances from Terry to Alex.
"So Terry, you never told me what line of work you're in." Alex asks, casually.
"Oh, you could say I'm in the entertainment industry." Terry says while spearing a cucumber. "I'm hoping to make it into the movies. Living in New York offers me the opportunity of getting a break."
"Interesting." Bobby says then asks. "Do you have an agent?"
"Um, sort of. He doesn't have a lot of clients, but they all hold a lot of potential. Or so he says." Terry says, as a waiter sets a cup of soup in front of her.
"Well I'm sure you'll get your big break really soon. You seem to have the knack for it." Terry gives her a funny look as Alex turns her attention to the soup in front of her. Just then a man moves to the podium.
"Hey, Amherst Central High Class of 78! Glad to see so many of you folks out there. For those of you that don't remember me, I'm Stevie Jamison your Class Treasurer. We haven't really rehearsed any of this, but due to the unfortunate demise of our Class President, Frankie, I'm going to have to ask the assistance of our VP. Can Bobby Goren please come up here to the podium?"
"He's calling your name." Alex says looking at Bobby who scowls and tosses down his napkin on the table.
"He probably wants me to announce the winner of the door prize." Bobby grumbles, getting up and walking toward the podium.
"You are one lucky girl." Terry says to Alex. "What I wouldn't do for a man like that."
"Yeah I am lucky. He's all mine." Alex turns away to listen to Bobby speaking.
Terry is left staring at Bobby's soup.