1.46 Bill’s Drinking Buddy (CFT)
Suddenly, the man at the end of the counter began choking. Bill glanced around to see if anyone would do anything. The bartender had disappeared. There was a lone woman dancing out on the floor, an old saggy woman. None of the regular girls were serving tonight. A few biker looking dudes were playing a game of pool, but no one looked up. No one noticed the choking man, except Bill.
He grunted, and slid off the stool, walking over to perform a maneuver on the man so he could breathe again. The man clutched his throat and gasped as a tiny nut spiraled out of his mouth. He pounded the counter with his fists, taking wheezing breaths.
“Thanks man,” he said weakly, looking up sideways at Bill. “I… thank you…”
“Yeah, no problem,” Bill grunted and waved him off, settling back on his barstool.
The other man sat down next to him. “Let me buy you a beer.”
Bill made a face when he realized who it was – Robert Castor. “No thanks.”
“No seriously, dude, you saved my life. It’s the least I can do,” Robert insisted.
Robert ordered two beers. When the glasses came, he clinked bottles with Bill and took a large swig of the brown liquid.
“So what are you doing out here tonight?” Robert asked.
“Look man… I’m not here for chit-chat if that’s what you’re looking for. Why don’t you go home and plow that hot wife of yours?” Bill grumbled.
