“Not happening,” Tommy, the older cook replied, grinning back.
With a laugh, Wylie left. When he got back to the bar Carl and Dave moved to give his room to join them again.
“If Garry was a woman, I’d probably have to tell you wipe the lipstick off your cheek,” Carl wisecracked, getting chortles from the others.
“Some people…” Wylie grumbled, taking a deep drink before setting his glass on the bar.
“Ready for a refill?” Len asked.
“Not yet, but soon,” Wylie told him.
“When he is, I’m paying,” Roger said. “It’s the least I can do for his finding Emma.”
“What about me? I did, too,” Carl said with feigned dismay.
Dave replied, “I’ll buy your next one, just ‘cause.”
“Whew. I was beginning to feel neglected.”
“Now who’d neglect you, Dad?” Owen asked, taking the now empty seat next to Roger. “I’ll buy a round for everyone at the bar since it sounds like we’re celebrating them saving Emma.”