The man sat down with a sigh and said to the bartender, “Give me a scotch on the rocks and don’t skimp on the scotch.”
The bartender poured the scotch over the glass of ice and said, “Bad day, mister?”
The man shifted in his seat and said, “I just lost the woman I love. And it came out of left field.”
The bartender began wiping down the bar and asked, “No warning what so ever, eh? That is rough.”
“I suppose looking back on it I could see she was unhappy, but I never thought it was me.” The man downed his scotch and asked for another. “I guess I can’t blame her for leaving. I have been pretty distant,” the man said sipping on his new drink.
“Well I would take it easy on the scotch, booze is not the answer,” the bartender said as he watched the man finish his second drink.
“I just took her for granted,” the man said. “She was always there, and I didn’t do anything to appreciate it. I really messed up this time,” the man gestured with his empty glass again.
“This is the last one man, I will not over serve any one and you have been knocking them back fast,” the bartender said as he poured one more shot over the barely melted ice.
“That is ok, I need to figure out where I am going to stay tonight,” the man said with a sigh. “To new beginnings,” he said and with a frown he held his glass up to no one. “Cheers.”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – skimp