"Skedaddle?," Whistler offered with a smirk. "Who says skedaddle these days? It's the 1980s, Maddy, ya gotta talk like it."
She was right, and he knew it. Mary-Frances practically threw herself on his lap. He could've said no. It said something that he didn't.
"I was married once, you remember? During the Dust Bowl days. I left her for you. I'm terrible with commitment."
He grabbed a small handful of peanuts and popped them into his mouth, chewing greedily, then washing it down with what was left of his beer. As the bartender brought a frosty mug for Maddy, he ordered a second round for them both, and a Jim Beam chaser.
"I could ask you the same question. Our answers might even sync up."
The Lucky Sevens were dropped onto the varnished oak bar and he took one out and lit it. She was welcome to one if she wanted. If she still smoked. Did she smoke back then? He was pretty sure she did...
"There's somethin' attracting all kinds of people to a tiny little town not far from here. Buried in the ground maybe, or maybe it's a talisman or... fuck I dunno. It pulled me in back in the twenties and took me a while to get out. Did some research a bit ago and learned about an old church that used to sit on top of it that calmed it -- whatever it is -- right the fuck down. Only I still can't figure out what's goin' on, or how to plug it up."
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She was right, and he knew it. Mary-Frances practically threw herself on his lap. He could've said no. It said something that he didn't.
"I was married once, you remember? During the Dust Bowl days. I left her for you. I'm terrible with commitment."
He grabbed a small handful of peanuts and popped them into his mouth, chewing greedily, then washing it down with what was left of his beer. As the bartender brought a frosty mug for Maddy, he ordered a second round for them both, and a Jim Beam chaser.
"I could ask you the same question. Our answers might even sync up."
The Lucky Sevens were dropped onto the varnished oak bar and he took one out and lit it. She was welcome to one if she wanted. If she still smoked. Did she smoke back then? He was pretty sure she did...
"There's somethin' attracting all kinds of people to a tiny little town not far from here. Buried in the ground maybe, or maybe it's a talisman or... fuck I dunno. It pulled me in back in the twenties and took me a while to get out. Did some research a bit ago and learned about an old church that used to sit on top of it that calmed it -- whatever it is -- right the fuck down. Only I still can't figure out what's goin' on, or how to plug it up."