[He meandered into the tavern and looked around, noting it was busy enough that the low hum of conversation would cover over the sad state of people drinking themselves into oblivion. He took the stool that left one between them, keeping that joke alive of personal space. Of course, he still set a foot on the stool bottom in order to claim it.
When the barkeep looked at him, he pointed at Jessica.] I'm with her, and she's paying. [Like a gentleman.] I'm also her mostly D.D. [If anyone knew what that meant.]
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When the barkeep looked at him, he pointed at Jessica.] I'm with her, and she's paying. [Like a gentleman.] I'm also her mostly D.D. [If anyone knew what that meant.]