Man at War – Excerpt No. 157

That led to a further round of laughter to the point of bringing tears to their eyes. This gave Evelyn the opportunity to slip into the next part of her plan.

“Say,” Evelyn said after hiring her lower lip. “Have you eaten?”

On the table there were two bottles of that orange soft drink. The first was empty and the second was still mostly full, but humidity no longer clung to the surface.

“No,” the Georgian replied. “Weren’t you leaving?”

“That bartender gives me the heebie jeebies…” Evelyn said. “If I were with you, we could fend off the fellas and enjoy our meal.”

a surreal and vibrant cinematic photo of a man with pale skin and greasy black hair, dressed in a tailored black tuxedo with a white shirt and black bow tie, standing behind a polished wooden bar staring at women with elegant hats and dresses chatting in the distance, located in a lavish lounge with intricate chandeliers and plush red armchairs, clothing and setting appropriate for 1915, with a photorealistic style, film grain texture, and a color palette that blends warm and cool tones, capturing the essence of a bygone era.

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