“Hey. Aren’t you the one who greeted our boy Wilder with a hug?” He tosses a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing towards the entrance. “Yeah, that’s me.” I grab the drink from his hand and toss it back in one go. Coughing a little I hand him back the glass. He chuckles as my eyes start to water. I think that was straight whiskey. I shake it off. “Long story short, I need you to stall him if he comes over this way. I’m going to make a break for it out the back, and I think there’s a good chance he’ll try to stop me.” I dig out a twenty from my pocket and tuck it in his hand next to the empty
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Teaaaaa. I bet the friends having a field day with this
