Brandon ignored the crowd below and the murmurs of, “What is that?” that floated upward as he guided Prudence (he knew it was an old fashioned name, but he liked it) downward. He climbed out of his seat and headed into the bar. At least he assumed it was a bar with the large glasses of wine swirling on the lighted sign.
He turned a deaf ear to those calling after him. “Hey, mister, where did you get that?”
“You can’t leave that there! It’s blocking traffic!”
He also ignored those waving the small black or colorful devices at him and at Prudence. The inside of the building was everything he wanted. The smell of liquor and human bodies hit his nostrils, and he walked to the empty stool in the middle of a long bar.
“What’ll it be?” The perky barmaid with the blue eyes smiled at him.
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