A few what? There was that familiar feeling again, his face heating up. He was beginning to associate it with Aleister so much that soon he was simply going to permanently be blushing around the man for no reason.

"Bullshit," Bobby mumbled, shaking his head and nursing his drink, "They probably just wanted to get an in with you by agreein'."

Which kind of drew attention to how Aleister had kept hitting on him before again and Bobby couldn't even say for sure himself whether he had done that on purpose or not. He coughed and adjusted his hat. "Can't go around sleepin' with anyone in a town like this. People talk."