"One last beer, please."
From Create Your Own Story
"Sure thing," he says, and puts the bottle on the counter for you. You watch him wipe down the bar and the interesting things it does to the muscles in his arms. He glances up at you now and then as he works, putting things in order and cleaning surfaces, and then leans forward on the counter when he's apparently done.
"You finishing off a good night?" He pauses. "Or still having one?"
He's smiling at you, and there's a playful look in his eyes that you don't think you're misinterpreting.
You say...
