Antonio rested his arms on the counter, swishing his beer in his glass and taking a swig. It had been a while since he sat in O'Malleys on a Saturday night. It was a seedy faux Irish pub owned by a guy named Rigolo, and the beer was always warm, but it had a sense of fellowship to it. A bunch of single guys, sittin around, drinkin warm beer on a Saturday night. Yeah because this is what he should be doing right now.
While he wallowed in himself, the door opened and a pompous looking blonde man walked in. Tony sneered at his air of sophistication and once again delved into his glass.
















