The exercise:
Write about: a bandit.
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Wednesday June 22nd, 2016
The exercise:
Write a little something about: the bandit.
Had a huge rush right at opening this morning before things settled into a more manageable pace. Then the new girl came in at ten and I was able to leave at eleven. I didn't mind at all though, as I needed to get a couple things done in town before heading home for lunch.
Did all right with the going to bed early thing last night. Might as well try it again tonight.
Mine:
As soon as I walked into the tavern I knew they were having a busy night. Two guys at the bar instead of the usual one? Check. Customers seated at three tables, with at least three cowboys at each of them? Yup. Waitress... yeah, no waitress in sight.
"What can I get you?" the bartender asked, his words whistling as they worked their way through the gaps in his teeth.
"A dozen glasses of whatever passes for your finest ale."
"Drinking to celebrate?" he asked as he began to line glasses up on the bar between us. "Or to forget?"
"They're not all for me," I said with an indulgent smile. "The rest of the gang will be here shortly."
"So there's twelve of you?" The bartender pauses, his hand lingering on the final glass.
"That's right," I replied as I eased myself onto a stool. "So maybe you should do more pouring and less asking."
"Sure, right." He did as I suggested, but his eyes kept checking the door. By the fourth glass he was spilling more on the bar than he was getting into the containers.
"Easy now," I told him. "Maybe I should take care of the rest of those, hmm? You look like you could use some fresh air maybe?"
"Uh, yeah... okay."
"Take your time. Me and the gang will still be here when you get back. We're in no rush."
"Right, okay." For some reason that didn't seem to make him any happier. "So, uh, is the whole Wilson Gang coming in tonight?"
"I guess you'll see when you come back," I told him. "After your break. Remember?"
"Right, got it." He hurried off, looking back every few steps until he nearly walked into the wall at the end of the bar. I waved him away with a frown and he finally disappeared around the corner.
"Right," I muttered as I set to work. "Let's see how many of these I can drink before he realizes the Wilson boys left town last night."
Write a little something about: the bandit.
Had a huge rush right at opening this morning before things settled into a more manageable pace. Then the new girl came in at ten and I was able to leave at eleven. I didn't mind at all though, as I needed to get a couple things done in town before heading home for lunch.
Did all right with the going to bed early thing last night. Might as well try it again tonight.
Mine:
As soon as I walked into the tavern I knew they were having a busy night. Two guys at the bar instead of the usual one? Check. Customers seated at three tables, with at least three cowboys at each of them? Yup. Waitress... yeah, no waitress in sight.
"What can I get you?" the bartender asked, his words whistling as they worked their way through the gaps in his teeth.
"A dozen glasses of whatever passes for your finest ale."
"Drinking to celebrate?" he asked as he began to line glasses up on the bar between us. "Or to forget?"
"They're not all for me," I said with an indulgent smile. "The rest of the gang will be here shortly."
"So there's twelve of you?" The bartender pauses, his hand lingering on the final glass.
"That's right," I replied as I eased myself onto a stool. "So maybe you should do more pouring and less asking."
"Sure, right." He did as I suggested, but his eyes kept checking the door. By the fourth glass he was spilling more on the bar than he was getting into the containers.
"Easy now," I told him. "Maybe I should take care of the rest of those, hmm? You look like you could use some fresh air maybe?"
"Uh, yeah... okay."
"Take your time. Me and the gang will still be here when you get back. We're in no rush."
"Right, okay." For some reason that didn't seem to make him any happier. "So, uh, is the whole Wilson Gang coming in tonight?"
"I guess you'll see when you come back," I told him. "After your break. Remember?"
"Right, got it." He hurried off, looking back every few steps until he nearly walked into the wall at the end of the bar. I waved him away with a frown and he finally disappeared around the corner.
"Right," I muttered as I set to work. "Let's see how many of these I can drink before he realizes the Wilson boys left town last night."
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