Nathan entered the bar, using his feet as a guide.
"Hello again detective Wuornose." Nathan heard.
"Yes.. That's right." Nathan bumped into a chair and tried to set it back up. "I'm detective Wuornose. Nathan. Nathan Wuornose uh..."
He deepened his voice and made it sound more gravely than usual. "Right, well, I thought you were going to Boston."
"Oh, the flight got delayed. I'm going to go back around 10." Bart answered.
"No you're not." By accident, Nathan bumped into a table.
"What do you mean? And what's with the blindfold?" Bart asked, going to help Nathan and lead him to a barstool. "There, that's better. Now, what's the problem?"
"You know... You're a good guy... Thanks. I mean it." Nathan smiled.
"Oh, um... I have a girlfriend. I don't swing that way but... Well, a compliment's a compliment." Bart replied.
"What? Oh, no-no i didn't mean.. I'm not... Uh.. Nathan's not gay.. Probably... Well.." Nathan commented.
"So, you want anything? Beer?" Bart suggested.
"Yeah, a cold one. Thanks." Nathan began to rub his eye.
"Sorry, have to get some clean glasses in the back room.. Hey, anything wrong?" Bart replied, walking to the back room.
"What? No, no.. I'm just." He yawned. "I'm just tired. Doesn't hurt or anything but.. You know, just... Tired"
"Yeah, i get it. Why don't you take your blindfold off?" Bart took a last look before exiting to the back room.
"The blindfold doesn't itch, or hurt... Wouldn't know anyways." He said under his breath.
All of a sudden, his blindfold slipped off of his forehead and onto the floor.
The first thing he saw was Nathans hands. "Really?... You should really cut your nails, Nathan. Okay... Blindfold... Blindfold... Where'd it-"
Nathan (Duke) accidentally looked at a glass/mirror backdrop in the bar. He saw Nathans reflection. "Crap."