James chuckled, flickering his gaze along the floorboards. “Quench me thirst an’ Ah jus’ might. If yer not from ‘round ‘ere, then where ahre you form?”
The temptation to throw a mug at James rose very quickly, and Joe almost reached under the counter and did so. But, he pushed back his annoyance and went back behind the counter, picking up a mug and taking a bottle of who-knew-what, setting it next to the mug. “Thought we both agreed I wasn’t a goddamn bartender.”
“Ah don’ think you knew what Ah meant, mate.” James narrowed his gaze with mirth clearly on his lips. “Quench me thirst an’ Ah ‘ill stop lookin’ at you.” Taking the bottle, he sloshed around the contents. “Where do you hail from?”
