"Hey! Does anybody work here?" Evil Editor yelled, obviously approaching his last nerve.
"I know what ya mean," chuckled an inebriated man sitting two stools over. Hand extended, the drunk initiated introductions. "Vincent McGreen."
E.E. hesitated, then decided he'd appease best he could. "Ed." No handshake followed.
"Sounds good, Eddy." Gulp, click went another shot. Five more were ready and waiting. "My ex owns th' bar. Drinks're great. Service sucks, but s'prolly personal."
"Probably." Per...
Published on May 16, 2010 07:06