This Bartender, Always
This bartender always gives me slightly more liquor than I ask for, I like that about her.
Today, the bank was robbed by three men in gruesome clown masks. They were counting on us remembering nothing but their masks. But without the distraction of facial muscles contorting and sweat beads forming, I noticed verything about him, the man with the gun pressed against my cheek. Mustard stain on the tie. Egyptian cotton shirt. The leather shoes. Tomorrow I will let the police know all that I know, and receive a protection detail. Tonight, this bartender will get me very drunk.