“You know, just gotta love the atmosphere here. It’s definitely friendly, albeit busy.” The man swayed slightly, nearly slipping on the drink he was spilling on the floor. I have been here plenty of times, and this time was definitely different.
“Have you ever been here before?” I had to ask, sipping gingerly from my glass. Had been a bitter day.
“Nope, I usually stay at my hole in the wall on the other side of town.” The lass behind the counter turned and grunted at him. “Maybe ya need to return to your hole, bud.”
“Aye, gotta love them hole in the walls. Their bartenders get drunker than the customers!” I snorted, he was wreaking with brew by this point.
“Is that true?”
“Bet your sweet ass they do, but are faster at slapping a grabber than any bouncer is to nab them.”
“I wouldn’t suggest to do so here, neither, my friend.” The lass behind the counter would knock him into next week.
Not feeling this one as much as my others. But any practice in conversation that isn’t boring is always good. Lemme know what you guys think!