[This is exactly the kind of story Charlie both expected and wanted. He smiles, open mouthed with tongue idly rubbing a molar, as he listens. A vague past, present, and future all presented the promise to elaborate.
The blonde isn't the only insatiable man here. Charlie is happy with the answer, and that means he wants more.
With a quick nod he plucks the glass from the other man's hand. He does not break eye-contact to lean over the bar and wave the empty thing in a bartender's face. Though its fish eyes remain placid, the creature has been flagged to its purpose. It swaps the drink in Charlie's hand with another. A mango star, this time.
He returns to lounging in his seat and plunks the cocktail on the counter in front of his companion.]
Uh huh, so where are your clowns? I don't see anyone matchin' your mustache around here. [The piece of lore he adds to the 'yes,and' bit is that each fool in your circus has a mustache, apparently.]
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The blonde isn't the only insatiable man here. Charlie is happy with the answer, and that means he wants more.
With a quick nod he plucks the glass from the other man's hand. He does not break eye-contact to lean over the bar and wave the empty thing in a bartender's face. Though its fish eyes remain placid, the creature has been flagged to its purpose. It swaps the drink in Charlie's hand with another. A mango star, this time.
He returns to lounging in his seat and plunks the cocktail on the counter in front of his companion.]
Uh huh, so where are your clowns? I don't see anyone matchin' your mustache around here. [The piece of lore he adds to the 'yes,and' bit is that each fool in your circus has a mustache, apparently.]