The bartender asked the intoxicated fellow, “Would you like another Coors Light?” His mouth got frothy and said, “Sssure,” he stuttered. His eyes lopsided and he swung his arm over Gary’s shoulder. “Hey man, did you watch the Celtics play last night? Great game, huh?”
Gary a short, stout man gently responded, “We got to get you home, man. You got to stop drinking like that.” George a tall, intimidating figure peered over Gary as he got off his wobbly stool.” “Don’t sound like my mother!” He shouted, his mouth all foaming again.
The Coors Light came promptly after that but it didn’t silence George. “I am not like my father!” He down a gulp of the Coors.
“Then prove that to me, Gary. Stop drinking now and let’s take you home.” George pointed his finger at Gary while he eventually fall of his stool and knocked his beer over, which frothed over, touching his drunk saliva.