K Two Teasing Tongues - 34

“Deal.” K pushed the door open, the night air rushing in. “See you tomorrow, Two.”

K’s breath caught. Just for a second.

Two rolled their eyes and snapped the rag at K’s shoulder. “Get out. I close in ten.” k two teasing tongues 34

Below is a complete, original short story based on your title. The Art of the Last Word The late shift at The Copper Mug was dead — literally. Two patrons had nodded off into their whiskey glasses, and the jukebox had given up somewhere between Patsy Cline and static. “Deal