George
"In a manner of speaking," George drawled, leaning on the bar counter. "They are usually just laying around." Inside people's houses or on their person, usually, but that was neither here nor there. Suffice it to say that Flora had judged George correctly, even if he wasn't one to come right out and say as much.
As Flora led him back behind the bar, George drained his glass and left it lying on the counter, curiosity piqued. It seemed that his earlier guess about the back room may well had been correct, and if so, he was eager to get in on it while the getting was good, so to speak. "On my honor as a thief," he said, winking as he finally admitted to what she'd been digging at. Of course, what honor a thief had was up for debate.
As Flora led him back behind the bar, George drained his glass and left it lying on the counter, curiosity piqued. It seemed that his earlier guess about the back room may well had been correct, and if so, he was eager to get in on it while the getting was good, so to speak. "On my honor as a thief," he said, winking as he finally admitted to what she'd been digging at. Of course, what honor a thief had was up for debate.
