![]() Would be a pretty nice sight, Rupert said, and Tom was very annoyed at how that made him laugh a little and drop his gaze. I was just offering to buy you a drink.Īnd then, what, watch me drink it in silence? Tom said. Tom decided he was going to call him… Rupert. Who said anything about chatting you up? the man said. The kind where you chat people up, Tom said. It was a bit like staring at a magic eye puzzle made of elbows and arched eyebrows. He wasn’t unhandsome, Tom supposed, on further examination, once you’d gotten used to how all his weird parts and features fit together. What kind is that, then? said the man, undeterred. This isn’t that kind of bar, you know, Tom said, and took a sip of his drink. He was also definitely too old to be trying to pick up a young vital piece of ass like Tom’s own self, while Tom was trying to just peacefully get tipsy while not sitting on his own sofa. He was long and gangly-limbed, with a hopeful horsey smile and, confirmed, a stupid quiff. Tom finally craned his head over to look at his suitor. I’ll buy you a drink and then drink it for you. Well, fine, said the man, who Tom could glean from peripheral vision had a stupid haircut. I do seem to already have a drink, if you hadn’t noticed. Tom did not yet look over to see the source of this offer, instead neatly poking at the ice in his vodka cranberry with his straw. ![]() ![]() Buy you a drink? came the slightly nasal voice from Tom’s left. ![]()
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