Sorry for fucking up your story, Katie.
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"So where are we going tonight?" Jenna asked as she walked into the small seating area of our apartment.
'How about Benson Bar or whatever? You know, the one we walked past this morning.' Katie passed to Jenna.
"Sounds good. Casey are you com-"
"Shhhh." I said, putting my pointer finger up as a hint to let me finish watching this episode of 48 hours.
"Casey, it's been like 6 hours since you looked away from the TV. Why don't you come get a drink with us?" Jenna asked.
"Justice doesn't take a happy hour." I said without thinking, immediatey accepting my fate of neverending batman-related jokes.
'You'd think she's batman in Margaritaville rather than a 25 year old watching a 48 hours marathon.' Katie wrote, causing Jenna spit the water she was drinking out.
"Fine. You win. I'll go." I said, throwing my hands up in defeat.
'I'll warm up the batmobile.'
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After Katie and Jenna made an effort to look nice and proceeded to criticize my choice of just throwing sweatshirt on rather than actually trying, we headed to Benson Bar. As we got closer, it became evident that someone, or possibly a few someones were performing. Jenna pushed open the door and sat down at one of 3 empty stools at the bar. Katie and I followed her lead and filled the other two.
'They're really good' Katie passed to me.
"They are..." I said, unbelievably thankful that I had passed up an opportunity to find out who really had killed the college student from Denver.
After a few more minutes of being entranced by the 3-man-band's performance, they finished playing and walked off stage, right over to where we were sitting.
"Hi."
