Re: The Bar
Preston looked over at Eli, eyes half-lidded. "You both do it. You can't not do it. You can't have a conversation without talking about it. I'm tired of it. I used to have a life. Go to work, come home, and it wasn't this fuckin' complicated." The Boston was very thick by this point, not a good sign. He pulled back on his sleeve, rolled his arm around his stomach and shot Blake a look too. It was not a happy look. "I can get my own cab."