Today's OneWord: Beckoning

Scott was beckoning toward me, holding a bottle of warm champagne in his other hand. I knew it was warm because it was already open and half-empty, and the sun slipped across our shoulders like grease and left us stained with ultra-violet rays and perspiration. I walked toward his car and awkwardly opened the door to the passenger's side.

"You been drinking, dude?"

He hiccuped and laughed. "Why, you a cop? Gonna cuff me?"

"Maybe."