Tony trudged into The Drunk Irishman half dead it seemed as he decided to forego his normal stool and opted for a stool against a support beam. Mic eyed him as he came over.
“You look a bit green.” Mic stated.
“I was before I threw up.” Tony corrected.
Mic grunted. “Steak Sandwich?” he inquired.
Tony grunted. “Salty Dog too.”
Mic raised an eye, “Gin or Vodka?”
“Surprise me.” Tony said resting the back of his head against the cool wood support beam and closed his eyes.
It felt good, the wood against the back of his head. Solid ground beneath your feet is something Tony took for granted until it wasn’t there. After devouring half his sandwich and tossing back a bit of drink Tony looked much better. With a sigh of relief it seemed he looked at Mic and smirked. “We killed a pirate.” Tony stated matter of factly taking another bite.
“You killed…” Mic said wondering what he just heard.
“A pirate, he didn’t have a peg leg or parrot. He did have a sword. He was one of them china men too.” Tony elaborated which just confused Mic more. After another bite of his sandwich wiping his hands off Tony explained.