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Started September 19, 2018 by Deleted user

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“Don’t ask a bartender their age,” Zackary purred with a finger wave. “How old do you think I am?”

Liam shrugged, “Mid to late twenties early thirties.” He replied.

Zackary rubbed his chin. “I’m flattered.” He smiled, revealing sharp, pointy teeth.

Liam blinked once, twice, “Well that’s a… surprise.” He said slowly.

Zackary shifted on the stool, his lips turned up in a grin. “Want another guess?”

Liam frowned and pushed his glass back and forth carefully, “Over sixty?” He bit his lip, waiting for a response.

Zackary hummed. “Hit the nail on the head. I’m seventy-eight.” He grinned a handsome grin.

“You’re looking good for nearly eighty.” Liam replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Thanks,” Zackary accepted genially. He flicked his bangs out of his face, the smirk remaining on it.
“Still want my number?”

Liam smirked back, “Yup. I don’t care if you’re old you’re still bloody hot… and have some personality.”

Zackary leaned an elbow on his counter and glanced at the door, showing off his profile splendidly.
“M’alright.” He looked back at Liam after a couple seconds; yet that change of lighting on his face threw his scar (which, a small reminder if you need it, starts around the top of the left side of his face and stretches all the way down to his chin) into harsh effect.

Liam studied Zackary’s face for a few moments. Not only because it was appealing to look at but because of his scar.
“How’d you receive that?” He asked.

Zackary raised a hand and rubbed his scar. “Never you mind. Want another drink?”

“Fine don’t tell me then, and I’ll have an Old Fashioned, thanks.” Liam replied, rubbing at his face with both hands.

“Bourbon, rye, or mixed whiskey?” Zackary asked as he took Liam’s cup.

“Rye, thank you.” He said, giving Zackary a small smile.

“Rye it is.” Zackary dished up the drink and slid it over, sitting back down on his stool.

“Thanks.” Liam muttered, taking a swig of the drink.

Zackary hummed for a third time. “Disappointed? At how old I am?”

Liam shook his head, "No. It just makes everything a little, or a lot, more interesting."

Zackary rubbed his sharp chin again. “Sure it does. Could say I’m a lot more experienced.”

Liam smiled a little, “That is true. Although I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or not.”

Zackary hummed again and tossed his hair out of his face. “Depends on how you wanna look at it.”

Liam’s smile widened, “True again.” He took another swing of his drink.

Zackary curled his hands together, thoughtfully surveying Liam. “So, whatddya do, Mr. Saylar?”