Re: The Bar - OTA
Derek studied Stiles, knowing the boy was trying to get back at him, but the question was valid. To a point.
He signaled the bartender for two glasses of ice water, and waited until they'd arrived before he answered, letting the silence drag out.
"A very good question," he began, slowly, and ran his fingers down the condensation of his glass. "But I have an even better one. Who would you rather disappoint--them, or me?"