Megan had overheard about the party. After work. She didn't pry into it because she had a pretty good idea what it was about. Wasn't this what the guys did every night? Get together and smoke in someone's basement. Or a cornfield. This time, they were going to a lake.
She wasn't sure she wanted to go. It would be painful. Actually. She hated these people. She really did, and yet, she felt she had to be a part of the group. She did want to be liked.
"So what happens at the lake?" She knew, but she thought maybe Smed might not mind telling her. He did spend an awful lot of time with her, lately. He was good at the meat slicer. If it broke down, he knew what to do to it. An operation she'd rather not learn. But they made a pretty good team. And she did her best to keep customers coming back. Punch holes in sandwich cards for a free one on their tenth sandwich.
"Nothing much." He shrugged. No smile added. It was as if he was doing this for her benefit.
"I'm not doing anything." She didn't look at him though. He worked on the meats. She handled the bread.
"OK." He looked up at the ceiling as if having no inkling what that was about.
"So." God, she wanted to kick him, but she looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "Can I-"
"Oh, you want to go." He sighed as if he got it now. "Yeah, you can come with me if you want."
Megan hated the fact that she'd invited herself. But she had to. She'd never stooped so low in her life.