Waiting By the Bar

We weren't at the end of the line. There were actually many people behind us. That being said the whole signing process took a while, but we didn't mind. We were content waiting by the bar. We sat on stools. We could see the whole lounge from our vantage point. I saw Mitch and Myrtle as they were about to leave. I waved to them. I knew instantly that that was a bad idea because I'd probably be stuck with them for the rest of the night now. Sure enough , they walked over to us. Without saying a "hi" or a "hello" they showed us their sweaters they had signed. They were thick, wool sweaters. It seemed an odd thing to bring to a signing, but an even odder thing for a band to put their faces on. They went on and on about how polite and nice they were. Myrtle gushed about how handsom the singer was. Mitch pretended not to hear that. They eventually ran out of steam and took a breath. "So, what did you get signed?" Myrtle asks. "Nothing." Olivia says. "You didn't have them sign anything?" Myrtle gasps. "We didn't have anything." "Mytle, they know the band. They don't need anything signed." "That's right. What did you talk about? I bet it was interesting." Olivia shrugs. "We didn't really have much chance to talk." "Wait a minute. That's why you two are sitting at the bar, isn't it?" Mitch asks. I  want to make up an elaborate lie, or at least say "no" , but all I can utter is "Um." "It is. Myrtle did you hear that? The band will be here." Before I have the chance to object, Mitch orders two Shirley Temples and sits down beside us.