From a prompt by Jane Goldsack
Prompt: Man walks into a bar
Arthur Deco walked into the Nineteen-Twenty bar in downtown Cityville; his need for a strong drink overriding his desire to get home.
Arthur walked up to the bar and ordered a neat double- malt bourbon and a Copycat to follow.
“A ‘Copycat,’ sir? What’s one of those?” asked the slim and anxious-looking bartender.
“A ‘Copycat’ means the same again. You just keep ’em comin’ – when I tell you to stop… ‘then’ you can just close the shop up for me.”
“Does that mean I can ‘stop’ serving you? You sure make it hard for a man to unnerstan’ what you are sayin’ mister!”
“Just you pour the drinks into my glass and I’ll relocate them down my throat. It’s that simple.”
The bartender / customer relationship worked well after this, as all conversation was muted and both sides kept to their tasks.
Eventually, Arthur positioned his hand over his empty glass.
“All done?” asked the bartender, just to confirm Arthur’s signal.
Taking his wallet from inside his jacket, Arthur released two big bills to momentary freedom on the bar. The bartender rounded them up and rehomed them in seconds, and Arthur nodded his thanks before leaving.
Back in his auto, Arthur started the engine and drove off toward his home.
Drink-driving is a bad, bad thing; but, Arthur was as uncaring about that as he was about the parking ticket under his wiper.
Since his wife and daughter had been killed by a drunk-driver two months ago, Arthur had been on a path to disaster with only one outcome.
The man in the boot was the clown that had killed his loved ones; now, ‘he’ was about to meet a grizzly death.
The pounding from behind him was growing in intensity as Arthur coaxed a bit more MPH out of the old gal -they were doing nearly 90 when they didn’t make the turn on I48.
Arthur was soon reunited with his loved ones.
Sometimes Life throws you a handgrenade; sometimes it has a pin in it.