'Shots, bitch!'
The words rang out in of a visceral proclamation of dominance. Before he could spot the culprit, a disheveled man in glasses and a leather jacket, one elbow leaned on the alcohol-stained bar, carefully slid a shot glass of clear liquid before him.
-You know, I got so drunk here once... The next morning I felt like I was on LSD.
-Wh-what? Thank you. I'm sorry do I know you?
Tony looked at his watch. 1:30. By now the leftovers from dinner his wife had neatly placed in the fridge were as cold as a bloated corpse at the bottom of the East River. 'Oh what the hell,' he said to himself as he reached for the overflowing glass.
The somber individual to his left did not so much as flinch when he reached to clink glasses. A shaved head, oversized gold ring, and the sheer voracity with which the man emptied drink after drink told him that this was not someone he would care to run into on a dark street one night.
Without further ado, Tony raised the shot to his lips and emptied it. 'What a shithole,' he thought, and raised his hand for another.
The words rang out in of a visceral proclamation of dominance. Before he could spot the culprit, a disheveled man in glasses and a leather jacket, one elbow leaned on the alcohol-stained bar, carefully slid a shot glass of clear liquid before him.
-You know, I got so drunk here once... The next morning I felt like I was on LSD.
-Wh-what? Thank you. I'm sorry do I know you?
Tony looked at his watch. 1:30. By now the leftovers from dinner his wife had neatly placed in the fridge were as cold as a bloated corpse at the bottom of the East River. 'Oh what the hell,' he said to himself as he reached for the overflowing glass.
The somber individual to his left did not so much as flinch when he reached to clink glasses. A shaved head, oversized gold ring, and the sheer voracity with which the man emptied drink after drink told him that this was not someone he would care to run into on a dark street one night.
Without further ado, Tony raised the shot to his lips and emptied it. 'What a shithole,' he thought, and raised his hand for another.
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