"I'm out." Dean announced as he adjusted the Nike bag on his shoulder. Malcolm looked over and gave him a nod as he nursed a glass of whisky in his hand.
"Turn the light off for the sign on your way out."
As instructed, Dean did turn the light off. The sign was no longer showing its usual bold letters that stood out in red saying, OPEN. It didn't take him no time to hop in his ride and take off.
"Man." The deep voice led to a sigh. "I'm trying to remain calm and shit."
Malcolm brought the rim of the glass up to his succulent, brown lips and said, "About what?" After gulping down the liquid, he looked over at Ryder.
Ryder shook his head while closely examining the glass he held in his hand. He wasn't a straight up whisky person—it was more of Malcolm's signature drink
