From the muttering that Bo was hearing from the end of the bar where Tiny leaned and poked at his phone, she gathered that tonight was going to be one of those nights where she'd probably have to keep half an eye on the customers herself. The bouncer was going to be too busy bitching at Tino -- either out loud or via text -- to be the first on the
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He settled in at the bar and nodded to the bartender. "I'll take a beer, whatever's on tap," he said.
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"Your choice is Sam Adams or Something Minoan The Locals Brought In As A Present This Morning That I Think May Have A Dead Minotaur Floating In It."
Actually it was a tiny greenish statue of a bull at the bottom of the cask, but Bo still wasn't going to drink it.
"I made that choice for you." She put the pint of Sam Adams in front of him.
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He took a sip and savored it. "Normally this would be when I reminisce that this place hasn't changed much, but I know that's because it hasn't had time to do so."
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