“Why is the rum always gone?” He stares at an empty glass he has lifted. The same glass he had for some time. Another full glass sat next to it.
“Cause you have been staring at an empty glass for an hour?” Crass as always, my favorite lass.
“Riiiight, and is that why my fingers are twitching?” His eyes are fully glazed over, no way he was driving home tonight.
“Okay, Sparrow, I think you’ve had enough for tonight.” Smart call. Now just to wait for her to fill my glass, again.
“Bah, always with the jests, wench. Le’ see you try and stop me!” He slips a large bill, probably too drunk to realize it, into her tip jar before storming off to another bartender, empty glass in hand. I slide the full one in front of me, not a single nip out of it. Rum might not be my favorite, but it’s a good second.
Barstool Conversations 2. Previous session is here.