Whistler eyed what was left of his beer. A chorus erupted from the throng watching the basketball game. Or rather, the lack of a game. Static had replaced the picture. A bartender fiddled with the rabbit ears and dials on the set. When it came back on, the Celtics were behind.
His heart sank.
"You always had a way with words. And throwing things."
He waved to the bartender for another beer, this one for the brunette. "Unless you traded up," he commented. Mostly about the beer.
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on 2014-04-19 09:11 pm (UTC)His heart sank.
"You always had a way with words. And throwing things."
He waved to the bartender for another beer, this one for the brunette. "Unless you traded up," he commented. Mostly about the beer.