Six vessels. Pull up a chair. First round’s on us.
‘Glad I was here first again. Got my favourite spot on the wall.’ Takes a swig of his beer. ‘I wonder how long I have to stay until Amelia stops noticing I’m here.’
‘Ohhh…how many drinks have I had…this cigar is gooood.’ Deep breath, takes a drag, looks down. ‘Oh, this barstool would look great in a song…’ Pulls out his notebook.
She pours herself another drink and keeps one eye on the card table. Is he winning? ‘Good on you Scary, keep it up, Stone hasn’t left yet…good.’ She’ll need the Berocca in the morning either way.
‘I hope Jaxx keeps telling this story, he’s not watching the game — it’s a sure fire win. Why is everyone looking at me? Where’d Amelia go… another drink, she’s looking good tonight.’
Couldn’t make it.
‘So me and my dad went down to Laguna…’ He’s been telling this story for twenty minutes. Nobody’s stopped him. Nobody’s going to.
Doesn’t know anyone’s here. Doesn’t need to. Whatever was chasing him stopped at the door.
“Oooo…ooo…ooo…ahhhh…o…o…ahhhhh.” ‘Banana…?? Why these humans not understand.’
Was here.