lukecge:

           ‘ sorry, my man— this is kinda my bar. ‘

                    he wiped the counter down as he looked at the man. 
                    he looked pretty beat up. definitely hadn’t been an 
                    easy night for the guy. he had a lot of those types
                    come through, though— the bad asses looking for
                    a post-fight drink. 

           ‘ —- - rough night ? ‘

              “ well - sorry that you have to deal with customers
                 like me. ”

                        the bottle was turned the slightest in his fingers and he
                        glanced at it. one final swig was taken from the beer before
                        he was finished with it. it was his first and far too few for
                        him to feel the buzz he was craving. but the night was still
                        young. or, at least, not so late into it for him to head on home.

                “ something like that. do i really look that bad? ”