Moe shook his head. “Okay.I’llbite. Whydidyou go to jail?” He leaned forward a bit toward the slightly younger looking man, and wiped off the table, trying to look busy.
“SQL Injections. Computer fraud, like hacking. Nothingtoo bad. But…bad enough to the companies who want to keep their information secure.” He laughed.
“You didn’t kill a man first?” Moe laughed. “How many years…oh, yeah. Three years. Right? That’s how long it’s been since you had a beer.”
Tegan looked surprised now. Moe felt a touch of pride at that.
“Youarea good listener.”
Moe grinned. “I’m okay. So…what in the heck is…that thing you got caught doing?”
Tegan chuckled. “I’ll take another beer first.”
“Right.” Moe got out a fresh glass and gave him a beer from the tap. Guinness this time. “Try this. On me.”
Tegan grinned. “Thank you.”
Another man came up to the bar. “I need a whiskey on the rocks.”
Moe nodded and got the drink for the other customer.
Tegan felt a strange pull toward this gray haired gentleman and decided to take it a bit further. He wanted to see him again after this.
Tegan was a bit flustered at first that the first crush he had outside of being in jail (not having had crushes on anyone there!) was a man.
He was bisexual, but had only ever dated women. For some reason, he always felt way too shy around guys he liked. But not this man. This man felt like home.
Moe was handsome in an old school kind of way. He reminded him of a slightly older Sonny fromThe Godfather.
God, he had such ahugecrush on James Caan, especially in that movie. That was how Tegan knew he liked men in his teenage years.
Moe was done helping the customer and then went over to Tegan again.
“So, Moe, if you really want to know…an SQL injection uses malicious code of the same variety for backend database manipulation. I used it to access information that wasn’t readily available—well, that was never meant to be seen.”
Moe shrugged. “I’m lost.”
“I used it to get sensitive financial information I needed to steal from the company.”
“So…money. How much?”
“That’s a bit impetuous of you to ask,” Tegan teased, narrowing his eyes with a cheeky smile.
Moe smirked. “I’m going for more of a spur of the moment,precipitoustype of manner, kid. Like, try to live in the moment and not think too much…ya know?”
Tegan looked at him amused. “That kind of talk is what landed me in jail. I got about fifty grand. But I had someone at my company who did most of the work. They got more time than I did. So it’s not like all that money was mine.”
“Dang! That’s a lot of dough though.”
“Yeah. Wasn’t worth it. I hate money now.” He drank the beer, looking at him impressed. “This beer is superlative.”
“The tap gives it that fresh, frothy, and creamy consistency. Keeps it in peak form.” Moe started getting him another glass.
“How old are you? If I may be a bit impetuous now…” Tegan said softly. Moe looked at him and frowned.
“Fifty-six.”
Tegan nodded. “How old do you think I am?”
