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Post by merrill on May 1, 2011 23:22:40 GMT -5
" Maybe I'll take a raincheck on the aerial assistance, then." "That's a good idea," he replied, "but let's stick with hopin' that I won't happen to come across you again, via car bumper." Chuckling, Two-Bit sat at the bar with a casual grin, and a groan of frustration when the bartender questioned his age. Truthfully, he wasn't that much of a baby face (it had been worse when he was younger), but he was actually underage. It didn't matter as much now, since he was going to be hitting the big two-one in a month or so. However, he had a false ID for cases such as this, and he pulled it out, flashing his age as twenty-three. It was a little funny that he worked at a bar himself when he was under age, but Charlie was an old family friend, and felt that he owed something to Two-Bit's mother. Plus, no one mixed drinks better than Two-Bit Mathews. "Get it all the time," said Two-Bit, more to his new acquaintance than the bartender. "Now, let's see about those two beers." Import - that sounded good, really good. "There ain't nothin' but a drink to dull the pain, as my ol' man used to tell me." [Merrill - Late Poster Extraordinaire. Sorry. ]
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