Re: Cuba 1200
"Uh, yeah. Right. am behind a bit.", Michael said. He picked up his glass and took a sip. He nodded appreciatively. It definitely wasn't the usual house liquor.
Suddenly his phone rang. Palmer was a bit surprised as he thought the ringer had been silenced. He set his glass down and removed the phone from his pocket.
-- "You wanna get that?" McClan asked with a slight slur
"I apologize. Excuse me", he said as he walked to the far corner of the room.
"This is Michael.", he said into the handset, speaking in low tones.
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