6″As Burkard sat at a gambling table he scowled at the glass in his soaked lap. He glared predatory at the bottle bunny who had clumsily spilled a glass of whiskey on him. For a moment he seemed annoyed but as he looked the clumsy bottle bunny up and down his expression changed into one of amusement. His mouth curled into a sly smile. You’re boss could take some off your paycheck for this you know. So why don’t you hurry and clean this up before I tell him?
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