He looked over the bottles behind the bar. They had multiplied since he stocked them last, but that was a long time ago. He was a patron now and the last drink of the night was always tricky. Through experience, he had learned what worked for him and what did not. As much as he enjoyed a whiskey before bed it never helped him come . . .
Leather soled wingtips were a bad choice for this graveled back patio. When he blindly agreed to dinner and drinks with an old friend he wasn't sure what to expect. On entering the place it felt more like a garage than a bar. His quick look over the counter didn't give him much hope of what was to come. His buddy went to . . .
The sun was retiring earlier than it did yesterday. It was also the first day he had tied a scarf on before heading out. The leaves had a firm grip on their respective trees but they had begun to change into their more seasonally appropriate hues. Leaves are always so fashionable. In a few weeks, they would be crunching under his . . .
A glass gets broken in the ice.
Your bar back is running late.
A drink that you made gets sent back.
You run out of __________ on a busy Friday.
Nobody stocked the beer cooler last night.
You cut your finger on the foil when opening a new bottle.
The sink gets clogged with fruit . . .
He never had to order at this bar. They always assumed he would be having his usual martini and they were always right. The day was too nice out to be crammed in the subway though. Instead, he decided to walk the fifteen or so blocks down his favorite street to his favorite bar. In doing so his order changed.
He had . . .
As the front door to his apartment clicked shut he opened his eyes. A good stretch ticked the exercise box on his mental list of things to do that day. Today's paper was on the counter by a short note apologizing for eating the last yogurt. It was signed with a small heart.
Slipping on a worn pair of jeans and a . . .
He wasn't one for putting a bartender to a test but he rarely came to bars in the "cool" part of town anymore. It was a pricey cab ride back to the neighborhood he had grown out of a few years ago. He would have made the daiquiri himself but he was out of limes.
He sat and listened to the room. Bar talk used . . .