“She just came in, Tom.”
“Where?”
“The other way from you.”
“Thank you, may I have another?"
“A sixth brandy? At your age? Maybe you should have an orange juice.”
“I’m allergic to that.”
Tom slugged down his brandy. His eyes widened, then closed, and he fell back, slamming onto the floor.
“Well, it could have been worse,” said Jack.
“After all that booze,” replied Sam. “He had it coming.”
“Fast enough, though. He never saw it coming.”
Ed, who fancied himself a philosopher, said, “We all got it coming, kid.”
“So what do we do with him?” someone asked.
“You’re asking me? I’m all out of ideas.”
“Where?”
“The other way from you.”
“Thank you, may I have another?"
“A sixth brandy? At your age? Maybe you should have an orange juice.”
“I’m allergic to that.”
Tom slugged down his brandy. His eyes widened, then closed, and he fell back, slamming onto the floor.
“Well, it could have been worse,” said Jack.
“After all that booze,” replied Sam. “He had it coming.”
“Fast enough, though. He never saw it coming.”
Ed, who fancied himself a philosopher, said, “We all got it coming, kid.”
“So what do we do with him?” someone asked.
“You’re asking me? I’m all out of ideas.”
