A bar? Roger likes it already. In the course of his lifetime he has heard many things about the probabilities of what happens to a person once they die. He can't say he ever heard this one before. It's fairly crowded- not overly...just right. He hasn't been to a bar since he left Oregon. Come to think of it he hadn't enjoyed himself since he left
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So here he is, at the bar with a few file folders, (politely) demanding coffee.
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"Hey, another beer." After the server has turned around he makes an addition, "And for god's sake, get this guy a coffee." Then he slumps back returning to comfort status.
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And then he turns and peers over at the guy with the beer.
"You really didn't need to do that."
Some people just have no patience.
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Some people just don't appreciate things.
Vaguely he's reminded of his son.
And that is enough to get him to keep to himself.
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And as far as she's concerned, drinking does not walk hand-in-hand in modesty.
The urge to go, 'Chug, chug, chug, chug!' : rising.
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"Can I help you?" he asks evenly, making sure his drink is in his hand but resting on the bar.
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A century or so ago.
Then, in a semi-helpful tone of voice:
"They've got some Jack Daniels around here, vintage somewhere between 1914 and 1920. Prometheus and Epimetheus brought it in."
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Especially if she's offering advice about Jack Daniels.
"Prome-who and Epimethe-what?" He squints slightly drawn back to the suppressed question of where the hell am I?.
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That was a long time ago.
Still, he spares Roger the judgmental and sympathetic looks, and merely grins, knowingly, at him.
"Thirsty?"
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"Yeah," he sounds half amused. "Been a long time since I drank something this good."
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"If you don't mind my asking, why hang out in a bar if you gave up drinking?"
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