I'm behind the bar, working hand over fist. Pouring and charging, pouring and charging. Cleaning up broken glass from a spilled drink, talking, jiving, collecting, producing receipts, documents of a night no one wants to remember.
This couple stands at the side of the bar. I'm pouring a rum and coke for a drunk girl who hung out in Wrigleyville all day and I address the couple..."what can I get for you?"
"Fucking Miller Lite," the guy says, his meekish girlfriend squeaks out "baileys on ice." I nod my head, pour the drinks and the two run to the back of the room. A few seats are vacated at the bar and the guy and his girl sit in them. The dude looks pissed so I ask him if he's had a rough night. He looks at me like I'm an asshole "well, fuck, I just got back from my best friends wedding and his bitch cunt new wife owns him now and I'll never see him again."
"Fuck,"I say, honestly, I don't care. He's pissy. His woman joins him at the bar. She smiles uncomfortably because she knows that this man is drunk and unreasonable. He keeps texting his friend, the groom "fuck you, asshole, have a nice life." He keeps repeating himself. "Asshole, Charlie, he doesn't give a fuck. Why was he mad at me, I called his sister a fucking cunt, so what. We're friends. That bitch IS a cunt!" He says shit like this over and over.
The woman suggests they go to their room. This guy is an asshole and he doesn't deserve a blowjob but she'll probably suck his dick just to shut him up. I'd put a knife to his throat, but that's just me.
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