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"I'm serious." Isaac repeated, he was cleaning up a large glass, the clean rag swabbing the inside to dry it off.
"I'm not shitting with you dude--she's staying here. For me."
"Your eyes are brown Lahey--you add a little recreational herb to those menthols you've been smoking?" Mark chuckled at him--he was wiping up the counter, and only spared a glance at his younger co-worker.
"I'm fucking serious, you saw me with her after the show--dude, it was a mind blowing night." A pause.
Now Mark was booming, elbowing Bradley, the other bartender in charge of clean up in the ribs.
"Now he wants us to believe she sucked him off--whatever you've been taking man, I want some." The pair laughed, and Isaac gave them a less than amused look, snorting hard and unattractive.
"Fuck you guys, you're dicks."
Bradley offered a shit eating grin after he'd had his fill of laughter. "We love you too man." It was a good thing today was slow, if not, they'd have been mauled by drunks by now for they're lack of progression towards their job. Of course, that'd left room for gossiping, and came Isaac's turn, he'd dropped the dime on his interesting night with the lead of In this Moment.
But apparently no one was willing to believe him. "Some friends you are."