“So, lemme make sure I got this right. You’re gonna go to a bar, but you’re not gonna drink. ‘Cause you don’t drink. But you’re gonna try and pick someone up without havin’ a drink with him first? How do you know he ain’t some serial killer?”
Dakota laughed and let go of the door handle. Fresh out of the shower, he could probably pick someone up within sixty minutes. Turning around, “Hmm. What’s the odds they’ve killed more people than I have?”
“Oh my God!” Gage covered his face with both hands, but he was snickering. It took a moment before he regained composure. “All I’m sayin’ is that it’s dangerous to just go with people you meet in places like that. You don’t know them, and they could try and take your wallet—again—or hurt you. I’m speakin’ from experience, okay? There’s a lot a bad
