Gerald walked back into the bar from the restrooms, the calamitous racket at the door drawing his attention in the direction of the new arrival, the bar tender's body language telling him things were not as they were. The noise at the door confirmed it, and his brow creased at the sounds, a small hint of recognition on his face.
"I'd listen to him if I were you, Mike," he said to the man, staying back from the door until the man, one who was familiar to him, answered. "Go ahead, tell him what it is."
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on 2014-01-07 05:43 am (UTC)"I'd listen to him if I were you, Mike," he said to the man, staying back from the door until the man, one who was familiar to him, answered. "Go ahead, tell him what it is."