They come to my bar most days

They come to my bar most days. If they don't drop by I know that either they are onto something big or they need time out from one another. If one of them comes alone it means some kind of trouble.


At least his car isn't here…unless it's round the back. Guess I'd better go check.

No; looks like it's safe to go in. I'll have a beer then go home and get some much-needed sleep. A nighttime assignment is bad enough when your sex-life has taken an upturn – but it ain't no fun when your best friend is playing games with you.


He can be such an ass-hole when he wants to be. I didn't realize how serious he was about her – I thought he was just getting a good time where he could. Now he's gone off on one of his brooding sulks and I don't much want to see her again either.

I'm going to see if I can find him and sort this out.


Dammit he's here!


Oh-oh this is either going to end in a fight or two drunken cops crashing out in my room upstairs!


"So what do you think of the idea buddy?"

"Sounds good to me."

"You gonna tell her yes or shall I?"

"You do it."

"OK."

"I think maybe the black leather jackets…."

"Yea; nice move."

"See you later."


That was a great show. They still know how to work together.

They didn't arrive together and she fell straight into the trap.

I asked her if she wanted another drink. She downed two more; straight not even ice, then strode out of the bar as if nothing had happened.

As soon as they saw that the coast was clear they came back.

I'll take the car-keys now guys!