<em>"Chuck" - client - 11:12pm</em><br/><br/>"Hi Ruby,"  Chuck said quietly, "You can call me Chuck."  He smiled tenatively and he wrung his hands nervously above the slight paunch of his belly.  He wasn't in great shape anymore, age had softened his body and turned his blonde hair mostly grey.  But here was this gorgeous woman talking to him who was easily half his age... probably younger than that... it was hard to tell.<br/><br/>Chuck gestured to Doc, who brought over a glass of wine and a second vodka and coke for himself.  Doc smiled and said, "Ruby's new, go easy on her wild man."  Then he set down the drinks and cleared Chuck's empty glass.<br/><br/>Chuck's face colored red.<em>'Wild man?'  </em>Chuck was far from wild.  Managing a motorcycle, tractor, and lawnmower repair shop was about as boring as boring got around here.  He didn't even twist a wrench himself anymore.  He had two guys that worked for him that were the grease monkeys now.  Doc must have been teasing him of course... Doc had a weird sense of humor.  He snatched up the drink and sipped it to cover the flush he felt in his neck.  His tie felt far too tight.  He looked at Ruby and said, "So, uh... Miss Ruby, I uh... I paid Bert when I came in, but I didn't request anyone special.  Um... since you're new we can talk down here first if you'd like... Or... we..."  He sipped his drink again and his eyes glanced upwards at the ceiling, and the rooms above.  "Uh... whatever you'd like for now I guess?