While washing the glasses, Thomas noticed the glass with the bump for the three thousandth time. The same bump he noticed his first night bar backing here at Bonnie’s.
      Two seats from the end of the bar Roy lifted his head from its usual place, and Thomas began to pour Roy one last shot.
      "Tommy? I seem to have-"
      "-misplaced a bill or two tonight…", Thomas finished, "Don’t worry about it, Roy. It’s on the house."
      "No, I’ll get ya back. I know Bonnie don’ like given way drinks."
      "Roy, come tomorrow what Bonnie don’ like won’t mean shit to me."

©opyleft 2004 Tone Milazzo
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