Can I get a snippet from a nice man in Montreal?
For you? Anything. (I posted a little writerly sketch of where I'm aiming for with this story in this answer)
"Do you have ginger ale?" Shane asks. "I mean, we do," the bartender says with a skeptical lift of his eyebrow. "But that doesn't give me a chance to show off." He winks. And as oblivious as Shane sometimes feels, at this point in his career he does understand the difference between friendly and suggestive. The twist in his stomach tightens. "I don't drink during the season," he says. The bartender purses his lips and tilts his head and then nods. Whether to himself or to Shane, Shane isn't sure. "We just got in a new nonalcoholic spirit. Let me make you something. If you don't like it, we can go with ginger ale." He looks at Shane, and there wasn't a question, but Shane understands that the bartender thinks there was. "Okay," he says. "I'm Justin, by the way," the bartender says, and gently tugs the menu from Shane's hand. "Shane," Shane says. Then, "…but you knew that." Justin smiles and reaches under the counter, "Nice to get it from the source, though."
From this WIP ask game
