Oct 11, 2006 10:59
Clive once again backed into the bar, talking to someone else, it was unintelligible just at the moment, but it didn't really matter, because once he turned around the door closed behind him and he grinned, shaking his head, "Not a minute too soon, thanks Bar."
That said, he headed off to get an early lunch -cheesefries and a chocolate shake- before settling in an empty booth with his design drawings, he's totally interruptable all the same.
snowball,
clive