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                  Thomas looked at his glass mug and yelled, “Tim why the hell’s my cup empty, get us another round will ya. Christ how the hell are we going to get wasted if we don’t have beer in front of us, come on man.”
                  Tim got another five beers filled up and walked them over at his own sweet pace keeping one on the bar for himself. Thomas saw it and yelled, “Hey you want me telling the owner about you drinking on the job?”
                  Tim set the beer down on the table pointing at his own dingy black shirt that in faded white said Tim’s Place on the breast pocket where he kept his smokes that he desperately wanted but didn’t trust any of these guys in here by themselves with a fully stocked bar. “You go ahead and take a complaint number for me and let me know how that goes as he pointed to the complaint department screwed to the wall.”
                  Thoms saw what he was talking about seeing a dummy grenade on the wall and smiled, “Now that’s some funny shit man.”
                  Tim gave a un-enthusiastic thumbs up and went back to his stool where he could watch his nascar race in peace and quiet. He looked out the window seeing the buses go by and smiled as they swerved in the road back and forth. He gave two shits about volleyball but he did love money and he also loved the prospect of someone coming into the bar besides these guys.
                  He watched as Earnhardt Jr won the race doing a silent fist pump knowing that the men were Stewart fans and would protest until their faces were red about how he hand’t earned his way into nascar that he was family royalty or something like that. He checked that the men had full beers he saw that even while screaming his lungs out Eric was still able to keep up beer for beer with his friends. He was the easiest of the group to keep track of drinking since he was fully being sent out over the large speakers and the more his speech slurred the better it was to make sure the refills came slower. Tim propped the heavy metal door open there was no way thta he was going to start a full on rush hour without at least one or two smokes fresh in his system. He said, “We gonna get damn busy I think, you guys better smoke them if you got them, you don’t want to wory about losing your table do you?”
                  Eric never heard them but the other three came out resting against the old brick building and lighting up. They could hear the screams in the distance. Cedric laughed as he shot smoke out of his nose, “Jesus christ would ya listen to those people, you’d have thought that it was us coming home with the highschool football championship of 99. Hey you know how many yards I threw for taht day?”
                  The three men all said, “Three hundred and sixty four setting a new record that has to this day not been challenged.”
                  Cedric pumped himself up, “You guys can all kiss my chocolate starfish dickheads. You ain’t done nothing that damn cool before.”
                  Charles who was always happy to piss off his friend said, “So you are saying the last cool thing I did was a football game that happened like 15 years ago?”
                  Cedric pinched the bridge of his nose doing his best to not explode, “No I thought it was pretty cool doing your mom that night.”
                  “Oh screw you Cedric, damn it.” He took one last long drag off his smoke and tossed it in the street ignoring the basin to put the smokes in and stormed back inside. Eric had moved on Guns and Roses singing Welcome to the Jungle which little did any of them know would be horribly fitting in a matter of minutes.
                  Cedric yelled after him, “Oh Charlie don’t be like that cupcake, come on back out and have another smoke, i’m only