Triple Sec

by T.J. Alexander

“Oh hello. Mel, right?” Kade said, their gaze falling to the jug Mel held clutched to her chest. “And you brought… liquid.” “It’s cordial,” Mel said. Kade nodded, their sharp chin bobbing exactly once. “It’s certainly a very friendly gesture.”

“I would like to ask you”—Bebe made a gesture that was half jazz hands, half muppet shimmy—“on a date!” She froze in a ta-da stance, arms thrown wide, her smile sparkling brilliantly.