“Ah! The marvelous MC Tibbs makes his appearance!” Julius remarked when Jacob made his grand entrance, grinning like a madman and then scoffing at the comment about Canadian versus German beer. “I am trés appalled by this statement, Monsieur Tibbits,” he shook his head. “I have obviously taught you nothing over all these years. My job as a Canadian and a beer lover hangs in the balance, mon ami. Besides, this is Labatt. The good stuff, which is, in fact, considered blasphemous to mix with American swill. I won’t tell any other Canadians, I promise.”
The agenda seemed rather bare, from what he gathered from Tetsuo’s comment. “There’s hope for you yet, Tetsuo. As for the agenda…” He fished around in his coat pocket and procured a deck of cards, slapping them down on the table between the two cases of beer. “What would you gentlemen say to a friendly game of poker? Nothing in the world manlier than that!” he pointed out. “I’d suggest some Svoyi Koziri, but frankly, that would be uncharitable since I would take you for all you have.”
Ty’s entrance had Julius laughing. It had been ages since he’d smoked cigars, perhaps he’d have to partake as the night went on. “You’re certainly the champ tonight… tequila and cigars! You thought of everything!”