Cynthia put the drink in front of me and said that she had told Mark it was for the guy sitting behind me. I thanked her told her to keep trying; Mark would give in eventually. She laughed and went back down the other end. I took a sip of the drink and sighing happily watched my brother. Mark didn't work the bar, he owned it. For someone who was normally so soft spoken my brother was in rare form when he worked; joking with the bikers making fun of the frat boys and flirting with all the women young and old.

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