"You sure are," Guy answered with a lazy drawl. With a face that flushed, he has to wonder just how many of him the patron was seeing.
Guy leant his forearm on the bar, but didn't lean forward more. Never crossed the line into a patron's space. "What will it be now? A Pretty Woman or a Salty Dog? Or are you after a Goodnight Kiss?"
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Date: 2014-10-13 06:14 pm (UTC)Guy leant his forearm on the bar, but didn't lean forward more. Never crossed the line into a patron's space. "What will it be now? A Pretty Woman or a Salty Dog? Or are you after a Goodnight Kiss?"