(Picking up where we left off...)
"Well, if I liked him that much, I would have asked him to help me here and you
go with LB." You shout to Stephanie as you try to make your way through the crowds
of the pub.
"Please." Stephanie scoffs. "One, you know as well as I do that as soon as he got here
he would find some way to goof off with Mr. Drum and we would get nothing done... Second,
that would be like openly admitting to liking him... and I know you don't have the guts to say
that to his face yet."
"Look Stephanie." You shout as you push your way through a couple of people. "I've told
you before... I DON'T LIKE HIM LIKE THAT!"
"Haha! I sure hope you don't, Vanessa..." A large slab of muscle in front of you bellows
good naturedly. "I'm pretty sure my wife would have something to say about it if a pretty young
thing like you started going for me, eh? Hahahaha!"
You crane you neck up to look into the bushy eyebrows of Mr. Drum, a very BRAWNY GENTLEMAN
and the owner of the pub that is currently towering over you.
"Oh... Um... Mr. Drum. I didn't see you there."
"Hahahaha!!" he lets out another boistrous laugh as his hand comes down on your back, almost
knocking the wind out of you. "That would be the first time that has happened to me, eh?"
As he finishes speaking, he turns his head and bellows out another order to one of his waitresses
over the noise of the rowdy bar room.
"Sorry about that, lass. Been hectic as all get out for me trying to get everyone settled and served
here." He turns his face down to you as he smirks...
"Hold on a tic... I know! If you really like me all that much, Vanessa, you and Steph there-
"-can help me out in filling some orders... What say you?"