Abby, Sam, and Eli accepted their drinks and moved away from the bar to sit at one of the small tables that surrounded the stage.
Sam moved his chair closer to Abby to slip his arm around her shoulder as they looked about the bar. He’s fingertips tracing small designs on her bare shoulder. It was a pleasant feeling that made her feel relaxed as she leaned into them.
“So tell me about how you know Abby,” Sam said to Eli.
“I’m good friends with Owen and Drake, you could say we're practically family.” He said with a smirk, “I was coming to talk with them when Abby was coming back with coffee.” Eli said, leaning forward to snag Abby’s hand with his own as he watched her take a sip of the whiskey.
She made a face at the drink, “Gross Sam, why do you like this stuff. It burns, yuck.”
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