When he reached the sidewalk he paused, decided to eat first, and walked two blocks over to his favorite restaurant. After a good meal he was back on the sidewalk again. Music wafted out from one of the clubs across the street as a couple entered. After a moment’s consideration, he decided he had time to stop in for a beer, not at that club but another one he’d discovered when he’d first moved to the city.
The Alibi was packed but Marsh managed to snag a spot at the end of the bar just as another man left. He smiled when the bartender said “Once a week, every week,” and set a beer down in front of him.
“You’d think the world had come to an end, Mitch, if I didn’t show up,” Marsh told him, grinning. “And someday I’ll surprise you and order something else to drink.”
Mitch cocked his head to study him. “Nope, you’re a beer man down to the core.”
“Is that a compliment or a put-down?”
“Around here it’s a compliment.” Mitch saluted him then left to take care of other customers.