"You know a please would be nice." Doubted that I'd get it from him. He was an ass hole after all. Picked up my phone out of my apron pocket and flipped through my address book until I got to Sam. I hit send and there was no answer. Go figure. "Don't worry. That's not my last idea."
"Ash!" I shouted trying to see him through the cloud of smoke that was over where I had seen him last. "Huh?" Thought I heard him over the Skynard that was playing on the juke box.
"ASH! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" Heard a thumping noise and saw him falling onto the floor out of a booth in the back. Shaking my head as he came over to the bar.
"What do you want? I was about to score with that biker chick back there." He leaned on his forearms to whisper very loudly to me in his usual drunken slur.
Smirking I told him. "That's not a chick."
He gave me a confused look. "You sure 'bout that."
Nodding and laughing a little I said, "Uh huh." I wrote Sam's number onto a napkin that I copied off my phone real quick. "Give me a location of that number please."
He just looked at me. "Now. I'll buy you a beer." With that he got off his stool like his ass was on fire.
"We'll find out where he is in a few minutes. He don't look it, but Ash is a genius." He'd never believe that but if he hadn't learned not to underestimate people by their looks by this point in his life? I really had no hope for him at all.