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Wilson smiled politely at the woman who handed him his fresh bottle of Amberbock and handed her the crisp five-dollar bill, grasping the neck of the bottle firmly and sculling down a good amount. He was tired of the hotel room. He was tired of looking for apartments. Especially during the summer, when the colleges were emptying and it was next to

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"Besides work and home?" he returned teasingly. Home. Wilson fiddled with the corner of a napkin resting under his beer. "You know. Same old, same old."

It felt really nice to talk to Stacy, and Wilson suddenly found himself wanting her company. The dinner they'd shared had been a good thing - albeit including some complicated topics of discussion. Still. Here he was.

"Right now, though, I'm downtown having a drink. Wondering if you'd like to be downtown having a drink, too." He chuckled and rested his chin on his knuckles, his face looking a bit more lively than it had before.

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"It's right here by the hospital. The A&B? If you take Park Place and turn onto Witherspoon you can't miss it. Right on the corner," Wilson explained, sounding pleased at her agreeing to come.

He felt a bit embarassed about calling Stacy and prompting her for company, though, and hesitated.

"You're not doing anything are you? Mark wouldn't mind me stealing your company?" he inquired as almost an afterthough, his voice still light.