[There's the sound of rummaging, footsteps across floorboards, and eventually a door being opened and closed. Locked. More steps, this time across gravel, sounds like.]
Anthony, eh?
[And it isn't said with any note of disdain. Nothing like that. If anything, the edge in his tone is coy, as if to say "yeah, you know what? You can get away with it".]
I'll come meet you. Should get out of the shop anyway. Don't worry about the bartender. Trust me, I know of at least three of my waitresses who'll be grilling me about why you were there drinking alone. They'll figure I did something to screw this up.
[snicker.]
And... I'm gonna do this right, okay. Once we're face to face. It's just... it's weird for me. I didn't get to throw back a bunch of shots before opening my mouth.
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Date: 2013-02-28 04:30 am (UTC)Anthony, eh?
[And it isn't said with any note of disdain. Nothing like that. If anything, the edge in his tone is coy, as if to say "yeah, you know what? You can get away with it".]
I'll come meet you. Should get out of the shop anyway. Don't worry about the bartender. Trust me, I know of at least three of my waitresses who'll be grilling me about why you were there drinking alone. They'll figure I did something to screw this up.
[snicker.]
And... I'm gonna do this right, okay. Once we're face to face. It's just... it's weird for me. I didn't get to throw back a bunch of shots before opening my mouth.