Snippet #844093

"No ice, please."

Shannon quickly slid the glass to Simon, and he just managed to grab it in time. Simon looked at the juice with a sense of loss. Maybe one day he would order some actual alcohol. He looked over the map for the nearest bus stop while Shannon was busy. Luckily, it was fairly close. He took a sip of the orange juice. It tasted like orange juice, he noted. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it hadn't been that.

Shannon asked, "So what brings you to this side of town?"

He looked up from tracing his way home on the map. "Got off on the wrong bus stop. I don't normally take the bus, but the parade was today, and I didn't want to go through all of that traffic. I mean, I walk, but there were so many people on the sidewalks... Just didn't want to mess with it." He took another sip of the orange juice.