The Quicksand was loud, more so then usual he thought. Erik sat at the end of the western bar, grateful his normal seat had been open. Hat and glasses both on the bar, he rubbed the bridge of his nose as he waited for a server to approach. The shame of it was look on Marcus' mother's face when he rode up the path to her home. She already knew. She had accepted it with a sad smile. She had even thanked him for taking the time to come out and see to her. Right now he just wanted a drink.
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