Marcus
Marcus watched Forest pass him to set up the drinks. Nice. He thought to himself as he watched rear move in front of his eyes.
With a gentle step, he slowly moved over to the seat, taking in the Gothic bar. Honestly, it didn't look too bad. It had a little more taste than the lair like place his old boss used to hang out in.
He finally rolled up into the chair and grabbed the cup of whisky. "That's pretty ominous," he said putting on that wry smile again. "Your not going to lock me up here right?"
Joe
"Is it really that unusual to like a girl in an apron?" He asked, starting his first cut on the carrot. "Besides, I like plenty of other outfits too."
After he cut off the end of the carrot, he tossed it into the bowl. Then, he made several quick slices. "Oh, where should I put this?" He added, hoping it wouldn't break up the conversation too much."