After Zane had locked his truck, Rory resisting pointing out that no one else would be able to gain entry to the vehicle, at least on his side. The two walked the short distance to the bar. Rory could already hear the loud country-western music coming from the jukebox. Not his favorite, but he reminded himself it was his birthday and he was going to enjoy himself.
“What do you want?” Zane asked when they made it to the bar.
“A Beck’s Light, I think.” Rory had given serious thought to what his first legal drink should be. But if everyone followed through on their promises to buy him a drink, he decided it was better to pace himself.
“Hi, Zane,” the perky brunet barmaid said, smiling sweetly at Zane when it was their turn to be served. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”
“Uh, hi, Tonya. Been busy and, you know, the ice storm and everything.”