He played with the cup of beer, watching the liquid turn around with every movement, every once in a while glancing at the man sitting by his side. The bar was empty that evening, and truth was, the silence was bothering him. He took a sip, finally turning to the man to break the silence. "Are you new 'ere in Teufort? Or just passin' by?"
“ i’m here on a business trip. “ where blood stains someplace or he ends up earning a few more bruises and cuts than he expects, but such is the life of a cowboy. he’s seated only a seat down with his drink in hand, brings it to his lips for a sip. “ how long’ve you been wantin’ to get that off your chest ? “ he’s felt his gaze on him for a while but he hasn’t said anything ‘til now ; the time his new spoken company decided to say something.
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