The Savage raises her shot glass to Adeline, emptying it before ordering the bottle to the table with more shot glasses. It was a gin, and a very nice one, Cambridge Anty Gin, because while out, she drank middle of the road. The good stuff back in her office and restaurant.
“You won’t be disappointed then; they never fail to entertain the crowds.” She’d been here a few times, the fascination the cattle had for the actors was always fun. “But Sacramento has a lot of little tucked away bars that offer something unique, just need to know where to look. And I suppose it depends on what you are looking for.” Cause some didn’t like unique, some liked mundane, which had its own appeal at times.
A light shrug, “Still sounds like a good time either way you look at it, leaves you with a story to tell.” And stories could survive the test of time, sometimes changing, sometimes not.
Pouring another shot, “It’s because I didn’t give it.” Simple answer.