Self satisfaction rampant across his face, rubbing it wide in pulled lips and slices of teeth it took nothing more than a lean into the bar for him to regroup. Cocking his head Boyd summoned a rather congested lungful of air to clear his throat as he ran the lower floating ribs into the bar’s edge . “Heard of it once or twice, unfortunately it never quite took.”
Conjuring of booze before him was swiped up in a suspicious amount of hunger, almost as voracious as the meal offered earlier before making amends on his lips. Pooling below the gum line a float existing in the pocket of his lower lip went stagnant to hold the heat before swallowing, vagrant tongue siphoning up any excess. Lips pursing at the complete annihilation of the tumbler the delicacy for which it was laid down was surprisingly calculated.
“Apologies, civilized conversation hasn’t made up a bulk of my day, sometimes when you run certain mental tracks too long its hard for the conduction to steer you elsewhere. I’d offer up more mannerly topics but I may just come up a lil’ short.”
Rosy lips puckered, azures wavering to ceiling and descending upon bourbon loosely encompassed within delicate dactyls. Favoring shoulder in his direction, cynical smile etched porcelain features as visage hovered closer, menacing personal boundaries. “Anyone ever told you you’re a smartass?” Reeling away from male’s presence, crystal brim met lips, flash flood of spicy amber liquid disappearing and flowing directly into parched gully within the blink of an eye. Grip stratified glass upon mahogany slick and backs of knuckles flickered, nudging empty shooter in the bartender’s direction as moist glossa swept lower pout. “’Cause if not, I’m tellin’ you now.”
Unfortunately, he was right. When someone lived a particular lifestyle, an instantaneous switch they could flip to turn off a particular train of thought did not exist . A man with an honest occupation wasn’t always a law-abiding citizen and new lifestyle would take adjusting to. Tiers parted, small breath filtering in as she approached an irritating mental road block. Ava didn’t know a damn thing about him. She possessed no cognizance of common ground between them since late husband passed. After all these years of being his sister in law, Ava couldn’t even recall something as simple as his birthday. Hunting with Bowman was the only ordinary activity she knew he cherished. Oh, and his not so quotidian affinity for blowing shit up and robbing banks as well, but that was a popular perception.
“Couldn’t hurt to try,” voice encouraged. Maybe all he needed was a little nudge in the right direction. “Saw Johnny in the hospital the other day.” Hand sought ice cold beer and counter forelimb gravitated to comfortably support lazing chin. “You gone to visit him any?”
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