Shuffling back to the bar with my eyes turning yellow, I decided to try the beer.
"The best ya got" I said.
"Sure" he replied and it was then I noticed there were others in the place and they were staring at me. Swiveling around to face them with my best Charles Bronson face, I was hit with the fact that everybody in the place was bald! What the hell was this? A Telly Savalas fan club? A quick sound in front of me and I could see that the bar tender had slid me a glass with a possible gold liquid inside. I couldn't tell if the glass was frosty or just covered in filth and as I grabbed the handle, the bartender grumbled.
"Better drink that and go"
"I plan to." I shot back and downed a gulp.
My mouth went numb and I desperately wanted a mouthwash chaser. I asked in a mumbled voice what the hell was the beer and Cueball answered,
"Well, we're out of Tennets so I gave ya a lager."
I now saw it was a Lucky Lager. Who would drink this?! I think my penis fell off ! As I struggled to finish what tasted as if someone bottled the sadness of all the terminally ill children in the world, one of the eggheads spoke.
"Yo, pansy!"
Every crome dome in the place started to get up and move towards me. Its going to be a long night, I realized.