Tommy’s out tonight with this big-eyed girl and I can’t feel my left foot. We had agreed to meet here to do the usual. Play a couple of rounds of pool, drink some beers and shots, wait for the college girls to come in late, stare at the crowd. I had even got us our normal catbird seats in the crook of the bar from which the whole of the place could be scanned with just the movement of the eyes. We were set, and then he text messaged me telling me he’s gonna be late, maybe and hour or two.
So I start into it. I start with the the nightly innaugural boilermaker, then a dry martini. Get me there quick. You can’t stand to be in places like this sober. There’s no girls, nobody at all really except the couple of old geezers who always take the booth by the door and spend most of the night just staring at each other. Curtis, the bartender, asks where Tommy is and I tell him that he is out on a date.
“That ugly fucker,” he says.
“I know what you mean, man, but Tommy’s got the mad talking skills, and it doesn’t hurt that he works at the furniture store. You know how women get around home furnishings.”
I order another beer and a shot, then the second text message from Tommy comes.
“Paying the bill now then on our way.”
Our! What the hell is that all about. This was mine and Tommy’s thing. How are we going to lay in wait for the college girls to arrive when he’s bringing some chick in with him. Besides, there’s not a third seat in the crook of the bar. Why is he always pulling shit like this? I mean, it usually doesn’t involve a date, but he is always having to go unclog a pipe or get his ex’s cat out of a tree or babysit for his next door neighbor while she goes to the grocery store or something like that. There’s always a reason lately why he’s not on time. I work all day for this shit, the least he could do is show up on time. I mean, Tommy hasn’t had to work a day in two years, since his father died and left him that pile of cash.
“Curtis, get me another beer and shot and put it on T’s tab. He says he’ll be here soon, and he’s bringing the broad.”
“Alright chief! I can’t wait to see this!”
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