Roy takes a couple more shots, then looks back over to the bar, intending to ask the blond to join him for a game. He sees her talking to the military guy and nearly decides that he misjudged her being alone, before something about the situation trips one of his warning bells.
He reaches out to a table a few feet away and drops a ten-dollar bill on it as he picks up the dark green bottle of lager sitting there.
"Hey, man, what the hell?!" says the owner of the beer.
"Sorry, bro. Your next couple oare on me." he says, waiting to see what happens.
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