Chapter 8

"Stop it son, you are looking at me as if I was your mother."
"Just dehydrated, thats all." Jeffrey answered quickly and what he thought quite convincingly. He knew it wasn't true dehydration, it had been approximately seven hours three minutes and thirteen seconds since his last glass of triple distilled glorifying planet-cover. It was an urge. The urge surged through his veins and purged all thought but it; putting him on the verge of insanity. Jeffery looked up confident as ever, first noticing the busty brunette currently pouring a gin and tonic for one of the fake-id bearing boys sitting in an awkward and totally conspicuous table meant for two in the corner, swarming it and all peeking over their shoulders to see if he was actually going to achieve greatness and come back with a purchased alcoholic beverage. While he waited for the bartender to become available he glanced to his company, the man's lips pressed softly against the glass as he allowed the perfect amount of liquid to slip its way in to tantalize his matured palette. Jeff was unsurprised that Clark was accustomed to the smooth strength, and watched in a sort of awe as Clark allowed the remaining ice to clink against the glass in a noteworthy musical manner as he returned the drink to the coaster; all the while lighting up one of his black cigarettes. The only thing Jeffery found surprising about him was that the detective appeared to have taken no interest in the current serving of minors happening just a few feet away. He seemed (in his sort of laid back yet learned way) to have his full attention on Jeffery, he appeared to be reviewing every word they had spoken to each other as of yet and looking for something he may have missed. At least that's what Jeff imagined he was thinking.

Jeffery was snapped out of ogling detective Wesson's non-chalent swagger by high-pitched shouts of achievement erupting from the corner. Finally he spoke:
"Why are we here?"
"You looked like you needed to get out of the house."
"That's it? No more intimidating questions?"
"She's cute, wouldn't you say?" Clark posed as he nodded to the extremely attractive woman heading in their direction.
Jeff only had a moment to look up and lock eyes with her, 'I really did need to get out of there, wow she really is my type isn't she.'
During this moment of weakness Jeff missed his chance at realizing that he was trapped in a Harrison Ford pseudo-world where his Tommy Lee Jones already knew everything there was to know about him, instead as the woman asked if they'd like another round he unleashed his vocal chords and made a very good decision:
"Three shots!" The girl, knowing one was for her, gave him a flirty tip-wink which she usually saved for alcoholics in their forties willing to fork it over for one chance to imagine a situation where they had her bent over the bar. Clark let out a grin, although Jeffery once again missed it, and downed the rest of his glass. Jeffery could feel his 'dehydration' already on the mend, he'd been winked at before...