The walk and evening air helped to dissolve much of the light-headed sensation that lingered from her earlier drink. Although their path seemed idly chosen, Elizabeth realized that Jackson was steering her into the direction of the base’s other main club. Her stomach burbled in response. Now that the effects of the alcohol had begun to fade, she found that she ravenously hungry. That was a bit surprising, she thought, as she had eaten at her parents’ house. But that was how long ago?
Jackson held the door for her and she entered, pausing in the doorway. The interior was only a little more than half filled with people, but some of the tables had not yet been cleared off. They chose one situated against one of the far walls. The overhead lighting did not completely reach the edges of the room, casting the area in dusky shadow. It was not one of the desirable locations in the club, but Elizabeth did not care. From what she could tell, Jackson did not appear to mind either. It gave them a small measure of privacy and inconspicuousness.
After seating Elizabeth, Jackson excused himself politely and disappeared toward the rear of the club.
Probably to get rid that tall rum and Coke, Elizabeth thought, and then began to hope that he would return soon, for she felt a sudden, similar need.
When Jackson returned a few minutes later, Elizabeth immediately forgot about it. He was carrying two glasses of wine. They seemed to glow a deep yellow in the reflected light. He placed one of the glasses before her and then his own at his place before sitting down.
Elizabeth looked at the glasses of wine and then at Jackson.
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