The man was like a zombie, it was hard for Flint to take him seriously as he spoke he nodded along though, moving a piece of long blonde hair from his own face.
There was an exchange with Dylan and the bartender, then the man behind the counter turned to Flint.
"You with this guy?" he asked.
Flint looked up to the bartender, "Yeah don't worry, ill make sure he gets home safe" Flint removed some bills from his wallet "Just get him a beer" He muttered looking to the man beside him. The bartender would be sceptical "He has just had a long day" Flint explained lying but, hopefully the bartender would serve him. knowing someone would make sure Dylan got home.
Flint turned back to Dylan after the exchange, "Well Dylan I am Flint and..." He trailed off as he went into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. "I sell guardian angels" Flint smiled, placing the small piece of paper in front of Dylan. A phone number was written on it. "Im sure you don't feel safe walking around at night, going into peoples homes.. you never know when someone might want more then what you offer..." Flint said matter-of-factly.
"I've sold to many..." Flint struggled with the word "Working men" he muttered hoping that was the polite way of saying it.
"Some of my merchandise is small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, so its not like it would be obvious " Flint sipped his drink.
"Just think about it anyway, keep that number and I am always ready to offer protection from anyone needing it."