: About Me

Hallie watched with little interest as Bob slammed her appletini down before her with a flourish. She was used to the way he managed to slosh half of every drink he prepared across the bar as he served them and the green concoction in her glass held little allure. She smiled wanly and waited for him to go away, but he didn't. It was seven pm on a Tuesday at the Thunder Grill and hopping it was not. You waiting for Mark? She nodded, though she wondered why he had to ask. Isn't that what she did every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday evening? Bob knew that, just as he knew exactly how much app...