I wondered where the shooters were. The coats and coffee wared me but didnt do much for the hurt ftom the cuts.
Smoker guy looked at me knowing I was thinking about something.
"yeah?" he asked waiting.
"um. Where are the shooters?" I asked.
" shit i'll be right back sorry."
"it's ok."
he left leaving me alone in the bar. Well not literally I mean there were people there. Not anyone I knew. The coats were warm. It was weird being in the bar where nothing was really happening. After a few mins. Smoker guy came back in and sat next to me.
"they're um at her place," he said referring to the shooters.
"ok," I said.
Someone brought him a beer.
"wow. Warm coats."
"yeah my friend's like tiny so. She's er she needs a lot of warmth. I mean she's average height for a woman just."
"right."
"damnit and you don't have a hat."'
"please don't leave again," I said pleading looking at him.
"ok I won't. Also i'm getting a little tired of going back and forth anyway."
"ok."
he drank his beer and I drank the coffee.