Gizmo straightened and rubbed the back of his aching neck with one hand. He rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck to either side, realizing he"d been in the same position for far longer than he"d realized, and his body was letting him know it didn"t like it. Closing his laptop, he stood and worked his way out from behind the table he"d moved to the corner of the clubhouse so he could keep people from coming up behind him and seeing what was on his screen. After stretching, he did a couple deep bends, then a few jumping jacks, just to get his blood pumping again, then went to the bar.
"Hey, Jailbait, any chance I can get something to eat?"
"Sure, what you looking for?" She smiled and watched his face.
"I"m not picky, but I"d prefer something not fried, at least not all of it. I
