PRIME- Chapter 12

12. THE ANONYMOUS BAR

‘Gimme one’ the figure approached the bartender with his face lowered.
‘Your voice sounds similar. Le’me guess… You are’
‘Flintop, Bob now pass on one glass of beer man, I am pissed off’
‘Why Flinty why’
‘Don’t give a damn you, JUS GIMME THE BEER’ Flintop groaned
‘All right all right go to corner that’s the best place for pissed off people.’
‘Thanks’
With this Flintop began walking to the bar filled with goons, lawyers, ministers, oldies, criminals, pimps.
The Darkness engulfed the bar.
A little electric bulb at the centre gave out a little feeling of light. Igniting the bar’s horror image.
People face could hardly be seen, shadowy faces, dangerous eyes, horrific voices plunged into the four walled, dull but popular bar, the reason being most inexpensive alcoholic stuff.

Flintop finally slipped in a golden brown tinny armchair supported by a grey wall. He faced a console table of the same color, laying his elbows on the console table, his hands throttling his face.
The hands soon left contact from his face as a stocky figure appeared and presented a beer glass over a cafeteria tray with reddish brown beer in it and snow white fizz over it.
‘Sir your beer’ the stocky sommelier spoke.
‘What?’ Filntop murmured.
‘Sir Beer’
‘Beer!’
‘Ya sir! You asked for it’
‘I never asked for beer, I asked for chilled beer.’
‘Oh I am sorry sir! Enjoy your CHILLED beer’
‘Thanks’
With the thanks of Flintop, the beer glass exchanged hands.
‘Really Chilled!’
‘Thanks sir’
Flintop fastened his fingers around the glass, stared at the face of the waiter, grinned with his mouth wide open.
‘THANKSSSSSSSS’ acknowledged Flintop again, then the waited realized this was the call for him to buzz off.
Flintop quaffed up the drink, and excitedly asked for more.
And before the waiter could supplement his next demand, Flintop felt pale, his eyes reddened, his face meandered, he lost his control and consciousness and fell off at the floor.



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