"You picking up interference again?" Pete asked, sliding a glass of water across the counter. "Lights have been dimming every time the ice machine kicks on."
Clary Moore pushed through the double doors, bringing with her a gust of rainy night air. busty clary moore
She reached into her bag with her free hand and pulled out a pair of heavy-duty insulated pliers. "You picking up interference again
Clary turned back to the bar, sliding the pliers back into her bag. She picked up her water glass and took a long sip. She adjusted her sweater, the motion automatic, trying to get comfortable in her own skin again. the motion automatic
"You got it," Pete said, a rare look of respect in his eyes. "Thanks, Clary."