A smile formed on her face upon hearing his comment regarding the bar. She was glad he liked it. This was where she hung out when she wasn’t holed up in her apartment with her laptop. The atmosphere was friendly enough and not elitist like so many of the swanky bars in New York City were.
She slipped inside, just barely brushing against him as she did so. “It’s fun. They’ve even got a pool table, but I’m crap at the game so I usually just watch the more adventurous patrons playing.”
Thinking nothing of it, Dutch took Fet’s hand in hers, leading him to the bar where she released him from her grip.
“What’ll it be? First round’s on me like I’d promised.”
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Date: 2015-11-21 04:03 am (UTC)She slipped inside, just barely brushing against him as she did so. “It’s fun. They’ve even got a pool table, but I’m crap at the game so I usually just watch the more adventurous patrons playing.”
Thinking nothing of it, Dutch took Fet’s hand in hers, leading him to the bar where she released him from her grip.
“What’ll it be? First round’s on me like I’d promised.”