TG pronounced, as he tilted back a stiff shot of Jack Daniel’s. He nodded at the crowded bar, and then slammed down the shot on the counter, instantly gaining the attention of the bartendress, a well-tattooed brunette in a loose tank top. TG had already made it a game of making sure he set their glasses just far enough away from the back of the bar that she had to bend over. They’d been at the Last Look in Oak Falls for an hour now, and after a couple beers, an ice water and three shots, he was feeling ready to go to work. But tonight, TG had decided the game was going to be a little different. Knocking a bitch over the head and stuffing her in the trunk was easy. Where was the sport in that? Naw, tonight he wanted to win the pussy fair and square, and that meant breaking out the old bad-boy charm. He grinned an expanse of yellowed ivories as he considered his array of pickup lines. “You in?” TG prodded, nudging Billy, who was staring across the room at a blonde. She was hunched over the bar, deep in thought.
