posted on Aug, 25 2014 @ 07:01 PM
OK, a friend asked me to revive this. I'll "try".
Branson inhaled the pungent air. "So many different types of tobacco" he thought. It was an experience that he hadn't had in a LONG time. A drink
AND tobacco. "This isn't NY may I remind me." "Noted. Thanks."
Ass.
The sturdy owner had no problem with the events of the evening. Serving what the patrons wanted until.....
"GET YER SHYTE OUT OF HERE!"
Branson had been waiting on his second but it didn't seem likely at the moment. "Barkeep, my pint if you will?"
"Sorry mate, he's just a long wait on a short list. More trouble than he's worth. Just hate it when he bugs the patrons though. D'ya ken?"
Branson "kenned" quite well. This might actually be who he was looking for.
Best I've got tonight. I made a commitment though. This will continue, if people want it to.