Adam
Oh, pull out his gun.
Like penis.
Adam snorted, too drunk to pretend he didn't find the joke funny. "Maybe we could have a duel. See who shoots first." This was an easy enough metaphor to work with while swimming in his head, and he even managed to work in a wink to match Ezra's.
What brought him to the bar? He raised an eyebrow. "Same thing as takes anyone to any bar. I wanted to get drunk. I did that." But deciding to be charitable, he continued: "But if you mean how I got to be in here in a more kinda...deep sense, I can't find much more worth doing in this place. It's this or get into a stupid politics fight or fight something that'll be five times my size. Not that I can't, but it's not an everyday thing, you know?"
While he usually liked to talk about himself, it was taking concentration he didn't have at the moment. "What about you? How'd you end up behind that counter?"
men, they say a lot of foolish things
And in the end the only words
I can find to believe in are mine
And in the end the only words
I can find to believe in are mine
