"Like I wouldn't prob'ly end up doin' that anyway," he teased Paige, tugging gently at her hair as Pete took her coat all gentleman-like.
The place was about what Josh had described. New, clean, brightly lit, with pop music more like what you might hear in any bar in the city than most of the watering holes in the hills. It wasn't exactly crowded, but there were more than a few people propping up the bar and out on the dance floor, and another, smaller, crowd gathered around the pool tables in the back.
"First good sign, no sawdust on the floor," Sam teased before turning towards the bar, which looked like it actually had an assortment of hard liquor beyond the standard whiskey, vodka and tequila that was all many of the local places stocked. "So what d'you want to start with?"