it’s night, I’m at a bar across from a beach, east coast of Florida
The Cook– Skinny, white-trash looking guy with American flag bandana dancing oddly behind the bar, throwing his lighter into the air. He looks like a drunk Muppet, spinning around as he tries to catch it, like he’s at Burning Man, but let me be clear, he’s fucking not at Burning Man. Must be a bored cook….. people would have to be desperate to order food from this hole of shit bar.
Bartender– she’s kind of cute, nice brown hair and her skin appears somewhat innocent. Her strained smile and lack of amusement for the drunk Muppet gives her motive away…… searching for something more than this place. Good luck honey, don’t let those tips suck your life away.
The Manager– bad hand tattoos, walking around like he’s something, a real fucking big shot. Talking to an old dude who is probably a regular, making him a stronger drink than he needs, hoping for that 40% tip.
All of them, eyeing me like I’m the fuck up….. if they only knew.
The Couple– they walk in and sit close to me. She’s cute, in that trashy kind of way women look cute to me when I’ve had eight beers or so. Husband is fatter than when they met, she’s bitching and whining about wanting a frozen drink.
Fat husband sits silent as she argues with the manager, he’s probably seen this shit a few times before and he’s tired of it. Just like she’s probably tired of his gut and his dick, she gives zero fucks about embarrassing him. Kind of sad, because he actually looks nice, but damn she’s a bitch. She’s un-fucking-pleaseable. Continue reading “night at a beach bar”
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