Sep 12, 2016
“I’m beginning to think this bonfire was a great idea.”
“Marshmallow”
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“I’m beginning to think this bonfire was a great idea.”
“Marshmallow”
“Alcohol, the woods and a giant fire. This night will surely end badly.”
“Watching drunks is a lot more fun than I thought it would be.”
Leon looked stared down at the empty pack of cigarettes in his hand cursing at himself mentally for not grabbing another pack from his freezer before going out, but then again he did not plan on doing a bon fire that evening. “Anyone have a cigarette?”
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Leon: Bon fire tonight.
Leon: At the clearing in the woods.
Leon: Bring alcohol.
“What to do on a night like this?”
“I didn’t realize that Winter Haven had commemorative hats.”
After getting off his first shift Tobin was in some serious need of relaxation. And surprisingly enough he didn’t want to go directly back to his place on his first official night in town. Though he did feel a bit out of place, if he laid low for a drink or two perhaps it wouldn’t be as strenuous as he was predicting it to be. Over lunch he’d heard a few of the other officers talking about this place called Bar 7, seemed mellow enough by what little he’d overheard. Really he just wanted some scotch to make him less like an outsider.
He was cautious coming in but the atmosphere was more comforting than he’d anticipated. A slight shrug of his shoulders and he made his way towards the bar and found himself a seat. Tobin looked around for a moment before signaling to the bartender.
“Could I get a scotch on the rocks when you get time?” He spoke a bit louder to ensure he was heard.