"Just act like you're in high school."
The first shift server slammed the dishwasher tub of mugs down on the bartop.
"That's what all the cougars do." Three shots in a row and not quite "fat" fingers in all three. A five dollar bill in the one on the far right. He took it to the server. She plucked the fiver. "Maybe you'll get some sleep tonight. Our gang's clearing out." Both vogued and did their secret handshake before the man walked backwards towards the swinging doors.
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