closed for: @aylinxc-s
where: sand bar, saturday
"Well, well, well," Silas says with all the entitlement of someone with any right to be displeased to see the woman on the other side of the bar to him -- though a more truthful apportionment of that would be the other way around, "Look who it is."
He plucks a little black straw from the tub of them and drops it into his whiskey sour, using it a stirrer to slosh around the contents more evenly.
"Managed to not call the cops on anyone here yet?"

















