Bobby parked the ‘Drunkmobile’ outside the bar and went. Shivering.
“Just got off, huh,” said the barkeep noticing his clothes. “Must be cold on that thing.”
“That’s what the gin is for. A double please.” Bobby shrugged out of his heavy work-coat and leaned back. “Getting my license and therefore a heater back next week though.”
“Guess you won’t be stopping in after work then, huh?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’m kinda liking my evening gin.”
“Well, don’t get caught again.”
“No worries. I’ve learned my lesson.” He knocked the gin back. “One more. You know, for the road.”
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