Scott shook his head, he wasn't getting through to Remy. There was others ways. He could have waked away. Left. Gone to another bar, or just come home where he should have been. "It's not about spine, Remy." Scott sighed, knowing it was useless to argue and he didn't want to waste the effort.
Mr. Summers smiled to himself when Remy admitted he didn't have a part-time job. "If you had told me you worked for the DMV, I might have believed you. You've got an awful lot of licenses in your wallet, and none of them are yours."