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We're all Goofy Goobers (Yeah), lysias hyperion ádis
Lysias had honestly forgotten completely about the 'friend' he had brought alone with him to the bar. He had left Bobby with a promise of a return and had retired to his office to deal with a few miscreants and tattle-tales. A few drinks and a couple of threats later it was closing time and Lysias felt, as always, that he hadn't achieved anything at all. He tried to convince himself that he could stay but then a buzz sounded from the bar and he looked to the cctv where his bartender was pointing slowly at what looked like a passed out patron on the bar.
Lysias got to his feet and grabbed his jacket, slipping it over his shoulders before pocketing his gun - just in case. Heading down to the bar in the elevator he could only think of lame apologies for keeping the other man waiting for so long. But as it turned out it didn't matter at all because the moment he stepped onto the floor his bartender ratted him out and Bobby's attention was on Lysias like a shot.
He was half angry that he had been thrown under the bus by his own employee but at seeing Bobby in the state he was, he could understand the reason why. He shot the man behind the bar a look that suggested he had got lucky this once.
Yes, I had a very good time at work, he said simply, trying not to roll his eyes as he sat down in the seat next to the smaller man. He couldn't help but smile at the ridiculousness of this whole situation. How on earth was he going to deal with this? If only the fates had warned him of this disaster he could have avoided it.
How much have you had to drink? he asked the other man though the question was more towards the retreating bartended who shrugged as if he had no idea. The liar.
Lysias glanced at the rest of his staff team who were propping up chairs and bar stools to clean for the night. They could stay a little longer, but he knew the staff wanted to get on with their work so they could go home - and Lysias wasn't as heartless as people made him out to be.
We should get you home.
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