Tony stepped into the Drunk Irishman Tavern and looked around as he took his hat off and his eyes adjusted. Seeing a spot open at the bar Tony shoved his hat into his back pocket as he got the bartender’s attention.
“Gin Rickey.” Tony stated wiping his brow and hunching onto the bar realizing he was a little more exhausted then he usually would have been. Plus it was either hotter these past days or he’d been doing a lot more running around than he was use to.
“Tired?” the bartender inquired.
Tony shrugged and admitted with a slight smile, “Well Mic, it’s been a hell of a time these past two days I’ll tell ya that.”
As a highball glass was placed in front of him Tony took a long pull on his drink. That’s one nice thing about the Drunk Irishman, they never skimp on the alcohol. Slightly relieved of stress Tony began telling the events of the last two days.