The Dive

[Red]

The name says it all, not a particularly high-brow establishment.

[Red]

Harry Redford sat on a bar stool, a cigarette in one hand and an empty glass of whiskey in the other.

"I'm leaving this d**ned city, Jeff," he said to the barkeeper, who had his back turned to Red.

The fat barkeeper turned around, cleaning a dirty glass with a dirty rag. "You've been saying that for months now, Red, either do it or don't but stop telling me about it."

Red raised an eyebrow at Jeff, then took a long drag off his cigarette. He blew the smoke from it angrily into Jeff's face. "You're some barkeep, won't even listen to a drunk man's woes, that's some real fine barkeeping."

Jeff coughed, "I poor drinks, that's my job. And speaking of which, you gonna buy another one or do I have to kick you out?"

Red pursed his lips "well since I don't have any money and you're a thingyhead, I'm leaving anyway. And don't expect to see me back, you couldn't pay to come back to this nuts-hole. Thanks for nothing, jerk-off."

Jeff rolled his eyes as Red walked uneasily out of the bar, the man always finished the night by claiming he wasn't coming back.

EDIT OOC: Any chance of getting rid of the censoring?