"Whiskey and fire watchin' it is then." I replied, not really giving him the choice. Got up and headed into the kitchen. I called out to him from there, "I'll just bring the bottle." As I walked back I refilled his glass and sat back down on the couch refilling my own and set the bottle on the table between us.
"Bobby's got a little over a case of this in his cupboards. Don't think he'll mind a bottle or two missing." In fact, I knew Bobby wouldn't. 'Cause whenever he stopped by the Roadhouse he drank for free. Figured that he owed me a few drinks anyhow.
Turning my head I looked outside when he said something 'bout snow. "Guess we're not gonna let the fire die down then. Might just let you have the bed if this keeps up." Wasn't it strange for it to be snowing, even here, this time of year?