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OLWG#133- One of Those Days

This was written for OLWG#133

Rainey raised her empty glass and nodded to catch the attention of the bartender. He shakes his head, no.

She raises her glass a little higher and shakes it a bit. She clears her throat, the barman moves down and stands in front of her.

“We’re closed,” he says.

Rainey frowns, “I never heard a ‘last call’ can’t you get me another?”

He points at the clock spinning lazily at the end of the bar. Her eyes follow; it was a nickel after four.

“What time do you close?” Rainey slurred.

“We closed at four, and listen to you; you can’t even talk. You’re slurring your words. You’re drunk. Let me call you a cab.”

“I’m fine,” she replied, “I’m not slurring. I’m talking in cursive. I don’t want a cab. I want another drink. When do you open again?”

“Opening time is 4:15.” He advised.

Rainey squinted at her phone, “That’s like in ten minutes.”

“Yeah,” the barman said, “but ya gotta settle up, and ya gotta go outside. I can have another one ‘a these waiting for you when we open again, but don’t fall asleep in your car. You did that last week. Remember? I had to give your drink to someone else.” He paused, “I don’t want to have to do that again. I don’t want somebody else to get it this time.”

“Thanks, Lloyd.”

“Thank you, Rainey. See you soon.”

The prompts were:

  1. somebody else will get that
  2. broken ways
  3. a nickel after the hour

3 thoughts on “OLWG#133- One of Those Days

  1. I like the line; ““I’m not slurring. I’m talking in cursive….”
    Sometimes one doesn’t even need to be drinking for that… just waking from nightmares will do it.

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