"Jaw flexing in annoyance, Jason sighed and looked up at the ceiling with a smile before telling himself just to be polite. Glancing back to Randy, he said, "I managed to get into this juicebar, didn't I? I wish to drink here. And I would prefer it if the night did not end on a low note such as being thrown out." Leaning forward, squinting, he asked, "What can I do to convince you?""
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Stiffening his shoulders slightly and hitching a thumb into his belt loops, Randy pulled his trousers up marginally—then swung around to stare at Jason once more. In the right light, he could’ve been a devilishly handsome actor.
But he was in the wrong light, and he was, quite frankly, getting on Randy’s nerves.
Working his jaw and slowly leaning back against the bar, Randy asked himself what Zeb would do. Aside from shoot the obnoxious bastard, he seemed to be drawing a blank, so he smiled thinly and inquired through gritted teeth,
“What’ll it be?”