It was a sweet car. Way too sweet a car for a guy like Summers. But Rose happily slid behind the wheel (and then had to pull the seat all the way up). She gunned the engine for effect, then put the pedal to the metal as she sped out of the garage.
The bar itself was somewhere between a honky-tonk and a dive, but Rose couldn't be happier. There was an unlimited beer budget and she had a damn good fake id.
She plopped down in a booth. "Get somethin' on tap," she suggested, "they got giant mugs here."
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