“What can I get you ma’am?”
“Bud draft.”
The bartender pulled the beer from the tap and slid it across the bar. Dana slid him back a ten and told him to keep the change. He put the bill in the drawer, withdrew a few others and pocketed them.
She took a pull of the beer and set it down then followed its descent onto a bar stool herself. She smiled up at the older man who was now hovering near her from behind the counter. She read the name embroidered on his shirt, “I expected it to be busier in here Kevin.”
He raised a brow at her as he picked up a glass to wipe it.
“I work over at the plant. The guys told me this was a good place to get a little action.”
“You got the wrong place for that kind of thing.” His smile changed from welcoming to a frown in an instant.
She acted offended. “
