“You came off as an asshole yourself, earlier. You should watch where you’re going.”
“Eh, there are worse people I could’ve bumped into.”
Ian couldn’t meet Gabe’s eye, irritated with himself for feeling so awkward at the compliment. The bartender returned to clear their plates, eyeing up their glasses. Gabe still had half a beer left.
“Another?” she asked Ian.
He debated. Normally he didn’t have more than two before walking back to his place. He had old fears. But three wouldn’t really be drunk, and Gabe was sticking around.
“s**t was starting to get interesting,” said Gabe. “You can’t be done. Is money a problem? I’ll buy.” When Ian continued to hesitate, Gabe lifted his glass and drained it in one go, set it down, and pushed it forward. “We’ll both have another.”
What the hell. Ian
