All the while back on Earth the Blue Man, or Marc Love stopped finally at a bar. The man in the nice suit insisted. They sat Denver in a booth and he wheezed away. The air had a thin layer of smoke, but Denver breathed in pure oxygen thanks to the trusty tank that never left his side.
The man in the nice suit ordered a beer and what ever he's having. He pointed with a look to Marc Love. Marc Love hadn't eaten in awhile so the beer would probably send him straight into a
buzz
. But for some reason he said me too. Wanting the beer to take the edge off. The bartender looked both of them up and down, then over to Denver.
What's he having?
Oh him? The man in nice suit turned toward Denver.
Just water will be fine. Maybe some peanuts if you gottem.
The waiter looked at the man in the nice suit a bit too long. Like he knew him from a long time ago, but he couldn't remember where. Either a friend from school, or a friend of a friend. He wasn't sure. He got two bottles out of the fridge, popped the tops, and handed them to the two men. But something still felt weird to him. As he scooped peanuts into the bowl it hit him.
