5/12/2023 0 Comments Once burned bookRaquel didn't ask why I'd come in person instead of calling to ask that same question. That wasn't my real name, but it was what I went by nowadays. "The usual, Frankie?" she asked, reaching for a wineglass. The bartender turned around, revealing a beautiful but bearded face that tourists surreptitiously or openly stared at. When I got to the bar, I smiled at the pierced, tattooed man who scooted enough to give me space at the countertop.ĭean shook his head, rustling the chains that led from his nostrils to his ears. It was that or wear the bulky electrical glove that inspired questions from nosy strangers. I threaded through the tables, making sure to keep my right hand affixed to my thigh so it wouldn't accidentally brush anyone. If Marty wasn't here, then I had to ride to his next favorite hangout, and it looked like it was going to rain. It only took a glance to see that most of them were average height, with a few extremely tall exceptions. With a final swipe at my forehead, I entered the restaurant, ignoring the tables in favor of the patrons seated at the bar. I twisted my hair into a knot, my neck cooler once the long black swath was off it. It was unseasonably warm this January, but sweating during a Florida winter was better than freezing in a Northern one. I parked my bike in front of the restaurant, wiping the perspiration from my upper lip.
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