Okay, so by the time evening came around, Atton couldn't come up with anything else left to do on the Hawk. He'd figured most of the alumni had cleared off and, well, most people weren't going to show up to the Devil's Nest because they were teenagers.
Warren couldn't help but grin faintly as he took a seat at the bar and looked to see what was on special tonight. It was certainly fitting for the weekend, yes, but more than that, it had always been his go-to, just-for-the-hell-of-it drink when he was out drinking with the guys back in their high school days.
And, since he was here (actually with Karla's blessing, no less) to meet up with Ben in particular, well, of course he had ordered one for himself, mostly so that he could chuckle to himself over the flakes of gold in his glass while he waited.
What? Millionaires had simple pleasures. Like actually drinking tiny flakes of gold leaf, apparently.
Ben laughed when he saw what Warren had ordered. "Pretty sure the guy who owns the place will kill me if I try to play Angry Birds with you in here," he said as he sat down.
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So this was safe.
He ordered a whiskey and sat down at the bar.
Mrgh.
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And, since he was here (actually with Karla's blessing, no less) to meet up with Ben in particular, well, of course he had ordered one for himself, mostly so that he could chuckle to himself over the flakes of gold in his glass while he waited.
What? Millionaires had simple pleasures. Like actually drinking tiny flakes of gold leaf, apparently.
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"Hey, you," she greeted him.
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