Chapter 95 Story 40- A Little More Practice

It must be a slow night I think to myself as I take a quick glance around the near deserted bar. I look toward the only other occupants, three middle-aged men hell-bent on downing a couple pitchers of beer. It's apparent they're not in the first round either. They laugh loudly, shout, and are totally absorbed in some primal male bonding ritual. They're slapping each other's shoulders and spouting the ribald humor that can only be appreciated in an inebriated state.