>>20026917>>20026923After hurriedly dressing out in the van, Bree Jefferson and Goss are sort of at a loss for what to do. Bree thinks about just driving the poor guy home and calling it a day, but by some impulse instead he steps out and starts headed for one of the bars in the area. Goss looks at him blankly, and Bree waves him on.
Bree:
>"C'mon. Let's go."Goss:
>"But I..... o-okay."It's a simple bar downtown, the kind of place Boomers and Gen-Xers flocked to in past decades, and the decor hasn't changed all that much since then, nor the clientele. They quickly find a spot, and Bree flags down the bartender.
Bree:
>"Can we have two Captain Rileys and Dr. Better Zeros? In a tall glass, please. Thanks."Bartender:
>"We only have regular Dr. Better here, sir."Bree sighs.
>"Guess we better do extra cardio tomorrow then. But two of those, yeah."Goss tugs at Bree's arm and whispers to him.
>"Um, Brian? I'm not old eno--"Bree cuts him off with a gentle nudge.
>"It's Spaghetti Town, man. Forget about it. Don't you want a drink after getting outta that awkward spot just now?"