Re: Marriot's Bar
How does a woman as class as Fury make even /beer/ look like everyone should be drinking it, no questions asked? Tech will never know.
He lifts his glass. "Sounds good." he says, taking another sip.
"Hey, Landon!" calls a voice from the direction of the pool tables. Four of the six men from the Bon Temps Road crew stride over to their table, all orange vests, red shirts and brown pants with black boots.
The leader of the group is a Black man wearing a white do-rag and dressed like the others. His right arm is oddly shaped as if it was broken and never quite healed right. He sneers at Sammy, looking her over, before glaring at Jason.
"You ain't welcome here, Landon." Stevie Ray slurs. "That animal of a brother o' yours is locked up, which is the third best thing ever happened to this town. Now, all we need is that grandma of yours to leave town and you to go with her and this town's got a chance at...bein'...good again."
Tech is quiet for a moment, though his hand does clutch his glass a little tighter.
"Stevie Ray, Ah'm havin' a night with m'lady, this evening." Tech says, his accent coming out for the first time.
"You and your friends want a drink, Ah'll buy ya one, no problem. But Ah won't let ya sit here and badmouth my Gran or insult me in front of m'lady. Be a shame if somethin' happened to yah between here and home, would it not?" he asks, looking up at the man.
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