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Stepping down the stairs, I walked up to the bar co me

“Sweetheart—”

“You know, if I were having a better day, I would have battedyou for just one drink,” I said Lifting the vodka frolass, I poured iven it to me, too”

“This is a—”

“Please don’t interrupt et so off my chest here”

Twome on each side

I just threw back the shot and glanced at the bartender “Well, straight off the bat, your customer service is shit”

“How about I get you a cab, little lady?”

“Wow, you all really are going through the chauvinist dictionary, huh What’s next? Little girl?” I snickered, taking another shot

The bartender nodded his head to the others, then lifted the duffle bag I had ononto the countertop…and by everything, I

“That is the arot on my nerves Would anyone like to add tobehind me at all of them

They were all just staring at the now burnt arlanced back at the bartender “Now that I’ve established I’h those doors, do your special secret handshake or knock or whatever the hell you all do in this pitiful place, and get et hurt”

“I don’t knoho your grandfather is, but you got another thing co if you think you can come intoa shotgun fro it athis lead

“If this gets any more cliché, Robert De Niro will have to be wheeled out on his death bed,” Ithe eyes of the black and white model on the screen “Grandpa, would you prefer your friends to die of old age or by me this afternoon?”

“That’s it I’ve had enough—”