Sam and Erica walked towards the Boneyard’s front door. The place was open, but not busy. A few people were drinking on the patio, eyeing Sam as he held the door for Erica, Sid, and Yvonne.
“They look a little suspicious,” Erica whispered as they waked towards the bar.
“Wonder what they thought of Mr. White and Mr. Black?” Sam quipped. “There they are.” He nodded at the two huge men, in a big corner booth of over-stuffed red leather. Mr. White noticed and motioned them over.
“Hello,” Sam said. “How are you?”
“Ready for fight,” Mr. Black said, barely looking up from his menu. “Sounds like battle in south go well so far.”
“I’m Sid, and this is my wife Yvonne,” Sid said as he slid into the booth, Yvonne coming in next to them.
Mr. Black looked at them, then at Mr. White. “Women fight good enough?”
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