Duke pulled his driver's license from a ratty brown wallet and slid it across the bar picture side down. Coop furrowed his brow, looked at the ID, and returned it as delivered. Aislin considered grabbing his ID to end the suspense, but felt it might violate some sort of trust.
They sat in silence until the drinks arrived. Aislin squeezed her lemon into the drink with two dainty fingers and patted them on her cocktail napkin. Duke watched this ritual before dropping the Baileys shot into the beer and drinking it in two swallows.
"You drink like my dog."
"Excuse me?"
"Alfred gulps Guinness like a normal dog takes to a bone."
"What does he do with a bone?"
"Sniffs it and walks away wondering why I didn't make him a steak too."
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