The musician is just about to finish his break, and that's Dona Davies' cue to fetch her surprise guest. She steps outside with her daughter, Cathy Watson, to grab him from the car's backseat. He's hidden under sun reflectors and bags, so no police officers get the wrong idea.
Watson helps Davies and her new partner get settled, attaching his feet to the subtle Velcro strips glued to Davies' dance shoes. His hand is fastened to Davies' back through her bra, because just holding the shirt lets him slip around too much. Davies takes a long look at the Moose Lodge door.
Romantic country floats through the seams, the musician starting up the second half of his set. "I hope everyone's had enough to drink," Davies mutters. Watson, who has just kneeled on the sidewalk to secure Davies' shoes, cocks a hip as she stands.
"After last time, I'm almost worried they'll be too liquored!" Watson says. Davies cracks a smile, squares her shoulders and opens the door. As soon as she touches the dance floor, it's as if she becomes another person.
Her favorite dancing dress glows red in the dim, colorful lights as she sweeps across the polished wood. Once the other dancers see her surprise partner, a roar of laughter bubbles over the bar dance floor. "It's Hank E.
Panky!" someone cries, and Davies grins. Her new dance partner was supposed to be a one-night stand, but after he became an overnight favorite at 639 Moose Lodge's last dance, Davies brought him back for a second date. He's the perfect.
