"I'd like to see the inside of one of your trucks."
From Create Your Own Story
"I'll bet," the gray haired man grins at you, but he pushes away from the pool table, and starts walking. You and the Italian man follow, walking through the main bar to the front door, passing by the bear at the table, who gives you a rueful smile, and the daddy bear in the hallway, who stares at you with an intensity that makes you shiver. You reach the bouncer, who seems surprised to see you so soon.
"Leaving so soon, birthday boy?" he says, with a wicked smile. You blush.
"It's your birthday?" the gray haired delivery man asks you.
"Yeah." You nod, feeling your face heat up even more.
"Well come on, birthday boy," the Italian puts a firm hand on your shoulder, and leads you out the door of the bar, into the parking lot. "Time to get to your party."
They walk with you to the far edge of the parking lot where, sure enough, two brown delivery vans are parked. The gray haired man unlocks the driver's side door of the closest van, and you notice there's no passenger seat. But there's a narrow opening into the rear of the van. He climbs into the van, and steps to where the passenger side seat would be, gesturing.
"Come on in," he says.
You climb up into the van, and the gray haired man points to the opening. You step through, finding the back end of the van is lined with shelves on one side, pretty much empty now, except for some hanging clipboards and a digital reader device of some sort. Near the rear exit of the van, a small pile of cloth is folded neatly, with some straps and hooks piled on top.
The younger delivery man climbs up into the truck, and closes the door. You turn at the sound, and see that the gray haired delivery man is standing in the opening that leads to the back of the truck, his elbow leaning on the edge of a shelf. He moves his arm, and steps through into the back of the truck. The second man follows suit. It's not exactly spacious in the back, but the three of you can stand up easily enough.
"So," the gray haired man says, with a crooked grin. "What can brown do for you?"
"Or to you," the other delivery man says.
You say...
