Mac and Mary

Mary sighed, "is the summer ever going to end?" she asked.
Mac shrugged and lit a cigarette.
"You can't smoke."
"Why not?"
"The law."
"Fuck the law."
Mary smiled, "they fuck back."
Mac laughed, "sure enough" and dropped his cigarette in an empty bottle.
A couple walked in. Mary took their order. Mac walked to the jukebox and gave it a five dollar bill. "What do you all want to hear?"
"Free Bird," Brown yelled.
Free Bird it is he thought.
"Do you want another Bud?" Mary asked.
"Yeah why not," Mac said.
"Don't take his money," Brown said.
"I have too. You're not good for it."
Brown laughed.
Mac handed her a ten, "Keep the change. What does Brown owe you?"
"About fifty," Mary said.
Mac handed her four twenties. "That should do him for awhile."
"Not as long as you would think."
"I"ll have a double," Brown said and smiled.
"You are such an asshole," Mary said and poured him a glass of whiskey.
"It's a free country."
"Where are you from?" The man that walked in with the woman asked.
"Georgia," Brown said.
"Passing through?" The man asked.
"Not sure," Brown said, "we kinda like it here, ha Mac."
"It's OK," he said and smiled at her.
She flipped him off.
"We like it," the man said.
"How about you?" Brown asked the man's companion and walked across the room and played Rock and Roll, Hoochie Cue on the jukebox. "Would you like to dance?"
"She's not interested Brown," Mary said.
"How do you know?" Brown asked.
"It doesn't take a detective,"
Mac laughed.
"What's so funny?" the man asked.
"Yeah what's so funny?" Brown asked. "Do you want to dance or not?"
"She doesn't."
"Fuck you Mary," Brown said.
"Where in Georgia?" The man asked. "I've spent some time in and around Atlanta."
"West Georgia," Brown said.
"Why don't you tell them why you are here," Mary asked.
Brown laughed. "Because Mac thinks you look like that chick on TV."
"The reason you're in Arizona," Mary said.
"I'm from here," Mac said.
"If I told them that I would have to kill them," Brown whispered to Mary. "And you."
"Mac will you get him out of here. I don't want to 86 your' friend."
"Come on Brown lets go across the street," Mac said.
"She still owes me a bunch of drinks," Brown said.
"Buy the bar a round," Mac said.
Mac and Brown left the bar and walked across the street to another bar. "I don't know what you see in her," Brown said.
"You don't have too," Mac said. Mac bought Brown a beer. "I'll be right back."
"You're a fucking idiot," Brown said.
Mac walked across the street.
"Where's your' friend?" The man with the woman asked.
"What's it to you?" Mac said.
"I was just wondering."
Mary brought Mac a beer. "My brother's picking him up in a couple hours and driving him across the border," Mac said.
"Good," Mary said.
"I don't know why you can't put up with him for a couple hours."
"I don't know why you put up with him for as long as you have."
"He's my friend," Mac said and smiled.
"I know."
Mac left a twenty on the bar and walked across the street and called his brother.  His brother said he would meet him at the bar in a about an hour.
"My brother will be here in an hour," Mac said to Brown.
"I'm not sure I want to go," Brown said.
"What else can you do?"
"I don't know. I sure fucked up."
"You sure did. So what."
"What will I do down there?"
"You'll figure it out."
"What if I just stay here?"
"You don't like it here and in a matter of time they would find you."
Brown laughed.
"I think it's going to rain," Mac said.
"Thank God."
"I hate the rain."
"What are you going to do?"
"Go back."
"What about Mary?"
"What about her?"
"I thought you were in love or something."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Lets go outside and stand in the rain for awhile."
"What do I owe you?" Mac asked the bartender.
"Twelve dollars."
Mac handed him a twenty. They walked outside. It hadn't stated raining. They walked to a park. Mac sat on bench, lit a cigarette and gave on to Brown. Maybe I can finish this before the rain hits he thought. Dark clouds rolled over their heads. They were moving pretty fast.