@askdominicthebartender
It had been one long night in the state of Airzona...
Again and again--
Failure after failure.
His shoulders were slumped by now.. With an easy look, he tossed his weary eyes over to the clock. It was pushing midnight-- but he didn’t care. Without word to his roomate Spoony (who was probably asleep anyways) , he left. Before he knew it, he was at some bar- The madman waltzed right up to the counter, and scooted out a chair a bit noisily, causing some people to look over.
Sure, he looked odd probably to wquite the very few sober people... but he didn’t care.
He never cared. He always chose to stick out.
A sigh blew out of the man’s mouth, as he drummed his d fingers a bit on the wooden counter, as he eyed rest of the people there sitting either on the right or left side of him. A ‘hmm’ left his mouth, before waved the bartender over.
Getting drunk sounded like a lovely idea right about now.
