The return of the barstool conversations. This time, while drunk! Maybe…
“I wonder why the room keeps spinning.” He shuffled uneasily, spilling a bit of his vodka.
“Maybe it’s because you’re drunk?” I had to open my mouth, maybe I was drunk this time.
“Thought it was that little two-step spin play, there.” The bartender spun around once or twice, a bit of delight lighting her usually grim face.
“Maybe it was, lass. But I can’t tell. How bout another drink?”
“How bout tomorrow, last call is over.” Shut down. I always smiled at her unusual coolness.
Been a while since I posted one of these. These are a bit quirky and fun to write.