J,GOB, Early Thursday evening
Mike had arrived at the causeway half an hour ago with two important tasks to accomplish. The first was to get a cinnamon roll from Jeff, God of Biscuits, since no other chef in the world could make one like Jeff's. The second mission was check on Mary, as he had promised Danny McCoy this morning.
Well, he could kill two birds with one stone. After stashing his bags at the front desk of the hotel, he called Mary and told her to meet him at J,GOB. Nothing like heavenly pastries to get people talking, right?
"Mmm, this is good," said Mike, not waiting for his friend to show up before taking a bite of his roll. "Dude, Jeff, I need to you pack up some of these for me to take home to the wife."
[So very open! Though you may want to specify if you're there before or after the punches get thrown.]
Well, he could kill two birds with one stone. After stashing his bags at the front desk of the hotel, he called Mary and told her to meet him at J,GOB. Nothing like heavenly pastries to get people talking, right?
"Mmm, this is good," said Mike, not waiting for his friend to show up before taking a bite of his roll. "Dude, Jeff, I need to you pack up some of these for me to take home to the wife."
[So very open! Though you may want to specify if you're there before or after the punches get thrown.]