When I got back to the bar with Archibald he had finished his glass of liquor and his face was red. 

"Archibald," I started to say, placing my hand on top of his. He quickly moved it from under my grasp. 

"Who was he?" Archibald asked, calmly, however his jaws were clenched. His face and neck still red.

"Just a guy from the strip club," I reply. Which was true. Josiah was just a guy from the stripe club. We hadn't really established anything. Not even a friendship.

Archibald chuckled. 

"And did you forget that's how I met you?!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up like a fool. Everyone in...