Drinks, Cigarrete's, and Dirty Liars.

Holden encounter

He was hitting on the bartender's daughter, the idiot. Well, less so hitting on her and more so trying to complete a coherent sentence through his drunken stupor. He wasn't really even being dirty, he was just a half drunk kid flirting with that flitty tone of voice that always makes my hands curl into fists. Unfortunately for him, the bartender tends to have quite an unpleasant disposition when this kind of thing happens. I got up, time to do my good deed of the day.
“C'mon buddy, let's get you out of here,” I told him. He looked at me as if I had just spoken a foreign language, then he managed to get up and stumble towards the door. Too bad he didn't fall over in the process, because people's suffering tends to be entertaining. I eventually sat back down and took a sip out of my coke( this local's place can be strange, you have the adults doing their usual stone drunk acts and then you have teenagers just hanging out for the heck of it). Kid's drink soda, adults get wasted, occasionally some kid comes along and thinks he's old enough to handle alcohol. The drunkard stumbled back in a good half hour later, looking slightly more sober than he was before, he was holding his head though, he was obviously hung over. He was smoking a cigarette, and now that his face wasn’t covered in the depression and the foul stench of rum you could see how young he really was.
“Hey, aren't you a little young to be getting wasted?” I asked.
“Well, the bartender served me and what is your problem?” he spat back at me.(and we wonder why our generation has such a crap reputation...)

Then he put this ridiculous red hunting hat on his head, a pointless thing to do considering the bar was heated.
“Look, the bartender is still pissed, and don’t you think you should get over your first hangover before getting drunk again?”
“I'll be fine” he responded
No, your audacity is going to cost you a few teeth you stubborn bastard. I grimaced as he walked by, this wasn't going to be pretty. First thing the idiot did? Be an drunk idiot, he was already drinking again. Had he no inking this was a bad idea? I sat down and started talking to a group of my friends, but the whole time I was watching him with the corner of my eye. God, what a loser. He obviously couldn’t handle drinks too well because he was drunk extremely quickly. He had embarked on the journey towards getting his ass kicked.
Then his journey came to a abrupt close. He did it when he started admiring to this one bimbo babe-who was for the record, with a guy at the time-that for some reason always gets irritated when her slutty clothes attract attention. Her boyfriend's endeavours at a peaceful departure were obviously hapless, the drunkard was just too drunk. The bartender saw the tension rising, and started getting paper towels out. When the idiot made a grab for the bimbo's most interesting zone(which I admit, was very interesting) the inevitable happened. Damn, remind me to stay away from that girl, her boyfriend packs one hell of a punch.
The bartender quickly checked if he needed to send the kid back home clad in a body bag, stood up and smiled, then dragged him out of the bar in a cursory manner. He was filling up a bucket for anyone who wanted to wake the idiot up. Then this Asian-American looking kid with his hair way too long made a dive for the wallet that the bartender had left lying on the floor. Such affability in this bar.

I gave him a look that could make the Sahara dessert freeze over.

Then he scurried away. I walked over and picked it up.
“Holden Caulfield” Never heard of him, and that's weird in a town like this a good 100 miles out of New York. He isn't local.
I walked outside to Holden with the bucket.
I don't think I'll ever really get over the face that someone makes when ice cold water is dumped onto their face, it's hilarious.
“Hey, get somewhere to rest and just stay there for the night, your nose could be broken” I told him.
“Thanks! Would you like to have a cocktail with me? My names Rick St-”
“No, no it isn't” I cut him off, then I threw him his wallet and walked away.