It would be easier to do that if Aaron’s sweet smile could be erased from his brain. More vodka would help with that. The sooner the better.
The pub Marco wound up ducking into wasn’t anything special. A lower end hipster place with a polished wooden bar, expensive microbrew selection, and hammered copper mugs lined along the back shelf. It had been open for a few months, and odds were it would be out of business in a few more, replaced by the next trend. Tonight, though, it would do for Marco to pass an hour.
Inside the pub, a group of corporate promoters in tight t-shirts and sparkling strands of beads were giving away free shots near the entrance, leaving the far end of the bar miraculously empty. Marco slid onto a barstool and order a vodka tonic. The drink had barely been set in fro
