But he didn't like them. He didn't trust them. Jefferson could see that in his face. He could see that the boys had already been drinking, and he became suspicious. Brother and Bear spread out all the money they had in their pockets on top of the counter.
Money is slack everywhere.
You bring the money, you get your wine. He turned to put the bottle back on the shelf. Bear had been drinking, and his eyes were glossy, he walked unsteadily, grinning all the time as he continued around the counter. Soon there was shooting from another direction. He wanted to run, but he couldn't run.