Hey. [ He slams the cab door of his pickup shut and meets Marcus by the bar entrance, his warm, dark brown eyes never leaving the man's rough face. ] Glad you called.
[ Behind them Peter opens the glass door to usher them both in. It's a quiet weekday evening, most locals sitting at the bar, some families seated in the small "No Smoking" section of tables where they offer a buffet dinner.
Wisely, he goes for a table after catching the attention of the bartender, a man he's known for years now because sometimes the police are just too slow to come handle a drunk and disorderly patron. He'll grab their orders and leave them in peace the way most locals won't. Word spreads like wildfire around here, and selfishly Peter wants Marcus all to himself. ]
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[ Behind them Peter opens the glass door to usher them both in. It's a quiet weekday evening, most locals sitting at the bar, some families seated in the small "No Smoking" section of tables where they offer a buffet dinner.
Wisely, he goes for a table after catching the attention of the bartender, a man he's known for years now because sometimes the police are just too slow to come handle a drunk and disorderly patron. He'll grab their orders and leave them in peace the way most locals won't. Word spreads like wildfire around here, and selfishly Peter wants Marcus all to himself. ]
What's your poison, Marcus? I'm buying.