Snippet #851108

Shannon fought the need to shake his head, Simon didn't get his joke. But that wasn't unusual, no one really understood what he was talking about unless they could read his mind. He had run into someone who could. It really freaked him out. He had plenty he wanted to keep buried deep in his mind. Luckily, the individual was not really interested in picking his brain clean. As long as he kept the drinks pouring.

Man, he needed a normal job. If that was possible in this town, he doubted it was.

As for making orange juice stiffer without the aid of alcohol he had no clue unless he poured more in the cup. He chuckled at the thought. He kept his eyes on Simon and leaned on the bar as the exhausted man talked about after his shift. He blinked at the other. "Dissertation?" He wasn't familiar with such things. He did sort of grow up in the backwoods of this great nation. "What sort of job would you enjoy?"