Grill 21. In the Chicago 'burbs.
Got tossed from a bar tonight, Damn bouncer and Asshat owner. He should have asked questions first. But no, he had to act tough and be a tosser. I only lit one match, damn guy next to me tried to burn the place down. The bartender is a good friend of mine. I was there to see him.
::tap on the shoulder::
"You gotta go."
"Guido, are you kiddin' me?"
"Nope, get yer coat."
"Can I settle my tab and take care of the bartenders?"
"Nope. You gotta go. Max said."
::cut to Beth cold and waiting for her car to warm at 1am while the bartender freezes his ballocks off talking to her outside. Neither of us understood what happened.::
"Go inside and make your money, I'll be fine. Tell your bouncer he's an ass. And tell the owner I would have dropped high cash here if he wold have let me stay."
"And I am too old for this shite."
Well, guess where I will not be spending my money ever again. Ever.