He felt a slap on his back and turned away from the bar, finding Paul before him.
“Hey man, what’s up?” Paul asked.
“Nothing,” John said, sipping at his beer. “When did you guys get here?”
“We’ve been here awhile. We saw you come in. With a girl,” Paul said with a smile. “Who’s that lady?”
“Who’s that lady,” their friend Jeff sang.
John rolled his eyes, “she’s not my girlfriend, if that’s what you are asking.”
“I wasn’t asking, but I’ll keep that in mind. She’s pretty cute.”
John rolled his eyes. “I see what you’re trying to do.”
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