The Rainbow Parrot
The snow swirled.
James looked through the window, glad to be on the inside drinking than on the outside freezing.
"Tell me again why we're here?" Locklear looked over his mug at the other squire.
"Locky," he said, "I'm here for some information." He nodded in the direction of the owner at the bar. "You're here to make sure no one knifes me when I'm not looking."
"Special business?" the blonde squire asked.
"Special business," James confirmed.
James looked through the window, glad to be on the inside drinking than on the outside freezing.
"Tell me again why we're here?" Locklear looked over his mug at the other squire.
"Locky," he said, "I'm here for some information." He nodded in the direction of the owner at the bar. "You're here to make sure no one knifes me when I'm not looking."
"Special business?" the blonde squire asked.
"Special business," James confirmed.