"Well," he clears his throat, big arms settling on the table. "I've been asking for a secretary for awhile. If your filing and typing skills are good, that is."
That's when Bill comes back with two frosty beers. With a quick thanks, he lifts his bottle up and waits for the other man to cheer with him. The two glasses together make a satisfying click sound in the air.
"Sounds like you could really do without paying rent while you look," Peter considers before taking a swallow of his beer. It's hard to imagine any money Marcus has is going to be eaten up quick spending night after night in a motel.
"I've got room at my house." He makes it sound like childsplay asking an attractive stranger to live with you for a handful of days, but when you've stared death in the face social embarrassment becomes a small problem. "And I've still got that bottle of bourbon with your name on it."
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That's when Bill comes back with two frosty beers. With a quick thanks, he lifts his bottle up and waits for the other man to cheer with him. The two glasses together make a satisfying click sound in the air.
"Sounds like you could really do without paying rent while you look," Peter considers before taking a swallow of his beer. It's hard to imagine any money Marcus has is going to be eaten up quick spending night after night in a motel.
"I've got room at my house." He makes it sound like childsplay asking an attractive stranger to live with you for a handful of days, but when you've stared death in the face social embarrassment becomes a small problem. "And I've still got that bottle of bourbon with your name on it."