"So then Lindsay here says, 'Make tracks, Cowboy.' I mean, come on. Do I look like the City Slicker type?"
Lindsay smiled. "Personally, I think you'd look good in tight Wranglers and a button down handkerchief print shirt."
Danny cringed. "That hurts," he said. "I'm not going all Urban Cowboy on you."
"Good!" Marty declared.
Adam wrinkled his nose. "That's a nasty visual. Thanks, Lindsay."
She grinned. "Not a problem."
Only she hadn't been kidding. "Have you guys ever played I Never?" she asked them.
Marty nearly spit out the soda he'd been drinking. "Are you serious?" He smiled. "I love that game!"
Danny nodded. "I did, once. During college, a couple of the fellas on the baseball team went out for drinks one night. We met these girls, we played a round-"
"-And he has no idea what happened next," Marty cracked, prompting Danny to chuck a balled-up napkin at him.
"Shut up, Marty." Then Danny looked at Lindsay. "What surprises me, Montana, is that you've played."
"Hey, there's a lot about me you don't know," Lindsay defended herself. "I played it in college."
"What's I Never?" Adam asked.
Three pairs of eyes turned to him. "You're not serious." Danny said.
"Adam, you've never heard of I Never?" Lindsay asked.
Marty Pino burst out laughing.
"What?" Adam demanded. "So sue me!"
"Here's the rule," Lindsay said. "You say I Never…and then think of something. If you've done it, you drink. If you haven't, you don't drink." She smiled. "We can use soda." She handed Danny two dollars and fifty cents. "Here. I'm buying."
"Hey, thanks, Lindsay," Marty said, reaching for the money. Lindsay snatched it from his hand. "Aw, why not me?"
"'Cause I don't like you. I mean…I like you, but not like like you. I…oh, forget it. Because that's all the cash I've got. Better?"
Marty grinned. "It was worth it just to see you turn red."
"Danny? Hit him for me."
Danny obliged. "Yowch!" Marty said, rubbing the back of his head.