Just this one time
They'd been sitting in the corner booth for almost two hours, originally sucking down some inhibition-killing drinks before turning to nursing the later ones to at least preserve some of their intelligence. "How about that one?" Bob asked, nodding his head toward the end of the bar. Lois followed his gaze, confirmed his good eye, then nodded a different direction and said, "Second booth ... the one tapping at the tablet." Bob studied her choice and agreed. "Perfect. Which one, though?" Lois...