Bobby walks in to the bar with a full pack of smokes and a wallet full of cash. He’s got the day off tomorrow and he plans on getting nice and shitty. Dreams of vodka squirts and Rolling Rock dance in his head. Not a care in the world.
As he approaches the bar, Bobby is stopped dead in his tracks. Sue is nowhere to be found. Instead, standing behind the bar drying glasses is the smiling stranger from the other night. This is weird, Sue never had anyone else work here, not since he can remember.
“What can I get for ya slick?”
“When did you start working here?”
“Well hell, let’s see, a couple of months ago now.”
“A couple months? I’m in here all the time and I’ve never seen you working the bar before.”
“Well, I was doing mostly odd jobs around the place. Fixed the fence, mowing grass, shit like that. Sue just asked me to start bartending a few days ago. I think she may be off partying with some guy ’cause I haven’t seen hide nor hair of her since.”
“Damn, you know, I haven’t seen Earl since last week but his truck has been in the parking lot the whole time. I wonder if him and Sue are up to something?”
“How do you know that’s this Earl guys truck?”
“Well it’s a rusted out piece of shit Ford and the license plate says ERLDGR8. It’s his, trust me.”
“Huh, that’s strange. Maybe I should get it towed.”
“I don’t know, I’m sure they’ll be back soon. Earl has his kids every other weekend, he’s gotta be back for that.”
“Fuck it. What can I get ya?” The bartender winked.
“Rolling Rock bottle.”
“That’ll set you back two dollars.”
“I thought they were two-fifty?”
“Umm, let me double check. Nope, says right here on this paper they are two dollars.”
“Damn. I bet Sue was pocketing the extra fifty cents.”
“Probably, that’s an old trick. Here’s your beer.”
Bobby leaned in to the bar, took a sip of his beer and slid a smoke between his lips. A hand touched his shoulder and a soft voice spoke.
“I was wondering when you would get here.”