Down on the street, it's louder than ever. Jim's upper lip lifts in a a silent snarl at someone who yells too close to him, and he stretches his neck out to calm the flash of anger. It passes soon enough, and there's a bar more or less right in front of them. It'll do. There's even blues.
'How far down does that glitter go? We could do body shots again.'
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Down on the street, it's louder than ever. Jim's upper lip lifts in a a silent snarl at someone who yells too close to him, and he stretches his neck out to calm the flash of anger. It passes soon enough, and there's a bar more or less right in front of them. It'll do. There's even blues.
'How far down does that glitter go? We could do body shots again.'