Bobby sat in the darkest corner of the bar, chair leaned back on two legs, sipping his beer, thinking about the woman's plan. A sudden sound of shattering glass snaps him back to reality. The bartender leaps over the bar, club in hand and runs toward two men who are deep in the heat of …
Bobby turned and saw the woman from the other night. There was something different about her though, something he couldn't quite put his finger on . . . something . . . oh yeah, that's it, must be the huge bruise on her cheek and swollen eye. “God damn, what the hell happened to you?” …
Next Wednesday. 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 …
Moments later . . . “Hey BOB-BAY!!” Bobby turns. “Fuck.” “I said HEY BOB-BAY!!” “What's up Earl?” “Aww, you know, same old shit.” “So how have you been?” Bobby asks but really doesn't care. “Can't complain.” “Haven't seen you in a while.” “Damn man, that is a long mother fuckin' story. But hey, I got …
“Hey Sue, can I get a Rolling Rock bottle?” “Sure thing hun, be right with you.” Bobby has no idea how long Sue has owned this bar but by the looks of her, she has spent most of her life in places like this. He guessed she is easily in her late sixties, if not …
“I want you to understand, once I agree to do this, if I agree to do this, that's it, there's no turning back.” “Of course, I understand. It's just as important to me that you are serious and will follow through with this.” “Let's go over it again, just so we are on the same …
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