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The front door swings open and Bill walks in in uniform, one hand cradling the right side of his face. A brief glance around then he lets the door close behind him and heads for the counter.
Sitting down gingerly with a grunt he asks, "Bar, can I get a ... "
Before he can finish an ice pack appears.
With a small nod of thanks Bill picks it up and applies it to the bruise and black eye his hand was nursing, wincing when the cold pack touches the tender flesh.
A moment later a beer appears and Bill blinks at it with his good eye. Another pause and then a piece of pie appears beside the glass, with a scoop of ice cream.
Smiling, though it kind of hurts, Bill pats the counter top.
"Thanks, darlin'."
Sitting down gingerly with a grunt he asks, "Bar, can I get a ... "
Before he can finish an ice pack appears.
With a small nod of thanks Bill picks it up and applies it to the bruise and black eye his hand was nursing, wincing when the cold pack touches the tender flesh.
A moment later a beer appears and Bill blinks at it with his good eye. Another pause and then a piece of pie appears beside the glass, with a scoop of ice cream.
Smiling, though it kind of hurts, Bill pats the counter top.
"Thanks, darlin'."