Gray

"Babe! Another beer!" he yelled to the bartender. Barb watched him shovel roast beef into his mouth. She hesitated to interrupt him, but asked, "You live near here?" Gravy dripped from his dark bushy mustache. "Oh yeah, this is my regular hang out. I just walk out that door and stumble up to my apartment." "Oh, so really close." "That's what I just said. I live upstairs." He shook his head and pointed up. "Above the pub?" The couple sat at a black melamine bar in McFeisty's Pub and Grill. The room was darkly lit to mimic candlelight, and Kiss sang on the jukebox about being made for loving someone. The place had a few tables scattered behind them, with fewer patrons scattered amongst them. The bartender, and lone waitress, scurried [Read more...]