Friday, March 19, 2010

Somewhere in Eastern Europe

The old and grizzled barkeep side stared at his sole patron while pointlessly wiping his bar down. The man was hunched over a thick beer, dressed in a thicker faux- Russian hooded sweater and otherwise in earthen tones; he blended into the old pub well.

The barkeep tapped the bar, and the man looked up, sniffed, sighed and pointed at his glass, thumbed toward the draft beers. The barkeep nodded, pulled and slung another heavy pint to his patron, who audibly swallowed before finishing the previous and starting on his next.