The Meeting

[Junes]

A picture of the shabby bar populated by obscure, shady individuals popped to his mind. Go have a drink there? Again? He couldn't be serious. And what about Olaf? He suddenly felt uncomfortable leaving him alone here, but he didn't know why. Andrew quickly looked at Olaf, then at Patrick.

"We're gonna let him sleep off his drunk here? Okay then.."

Andrew buttoned up a button of his old, crumpled shirt, one of which hadn't came off yet after all the years of wearing it in all kinds of situations and not really taking care of it, let alone that he couldn't remember the last time he had washed it properly. Heading towards the massive front door he pulled acigarette out of his pocket and then turned toward Patrick again.

"You happen to have fire?"

While Patrick lit him his cigar, Andrew continued:

"Also, d'you know any.. more comfortable places on this rock than that tavern of before?"