Sometime during the two hours the men hung out at the bar, they’d switched from beer to whiskey, then to tequila. They had line danced, played pool, and thrown darts. They’d been forced away from the dart board as they were both so drunk the other patrons had feared for their safety as both men had thrown darts that had ended up in the wall several feet from their intended target.
They laughed and staggered across the room, arms around each other’s waists. Sitting across a table from each other. Trent signaled to a passing waitress.
She came over and said, “Time for some coffee, guys?”
“Hell, no,” Trent said, his speech showing the effects of the alcohol. “This ’ere fucker…oh, ’scuse me, ma’am…I never swear in front of a lady.”
Lex giggled.
“Shut the f**k up,” Trent admonished. “Y
