“I’ve come to find that makes doing most things difficult.”
He appreciated her bluntness – that she got straight to the point instead of filling him in on every mundane detail about why their day had lead them there, sitting directly in front of him, waiting for him to pour them glasses of courage, or perhaps a shot or two to numb the pain. He just gave a low hum to show he understood the concept of people being complete morons, his fingers still around the neck of the whiskey bottle.
One of his brows twitched with interest at the way she leaned in closer to him, noting the circular motion of her fingers as they danced around the rim of the shot glass out of the corner of his eye. He smirked at the statement, leaning his palms against the ledge of the bar to show that she had his full attention for the time being.
“Only on the days that end in ‘y’.”
He worked at a bar in the middle of a casino – of course he had encountered an idiot or two, but she already knew that. Made him wonder just where she was going with this.