“Keep them coming,” he said with his light Southern accent. I was familiar with the bartender after so many times here and he leaned in while handing me our beers. “Who is the hot guy you’re with?” He asked. “That’s my brother-in-law,” I replied with a smirk. “He’s been watching your ass the whole time you’ve been up here,” the bartender chuckled as I walked away. “Here you go,” I said putting the beer down in front of Truitt and then sitting down.
