The bartender yelled, last call.
We ordered two more and you did a shot.
I think shots make idiots of us all, I said.
You frowned and smiled and punched me on the arm.
I acted like it hurt but it didn't.
The bartender said, you guys are a cute couple.
You smiled. What do you do for a living? You asked.
As little as possible. How about you?
I'm a facebook whore, you said.
I would think you would sugar - coat it, I said.
You laughed, like I'm a facebook escort?
Are you? I asked while the bartender washed our glasses.
Hank Williams Jr. sang Family Tradition on the jukebox.
Are you interested? You asked, took a sip and winked.
Good thing it's payday, I replied.
How much do you have?
Probably not enough.
You laughed, I'll take what I can get.
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