“Make it five,” K said, already walking backward toward the door.
Two rolled their eyes and snapped the rag at K’s shoulder. “Get out. I close in ten.” k two teasing tongues 34
A beat of silence. The jukebox crackled back to life with a slow, twangy guitar. “Make it five,” K said, already walking backward
Two’s hand paused mid-wipe. “I’d tell you to see a doctor. Or an exorcist.” “Make it five
