The music was blaring in the shitty bar that was a clear example of where dreams go to die. A very past her prime woman was fawning over a group of middle aged men, probably hoping for one of several things that they sure as hell wanted to give her. An old jukebox with a fist shaped hole in the glass sat in the corner untouched, clearly long past the ability to be fixed. Strange memorabilia from long forgotten times were hanging in different parts of the bar, though many were starting to be covered by tacky beer signs and banners for several different sports teams. A TV with its volume off was playing on the side of the bar with a grouping of fans for whatever sporting event was playing that night. Cheers and booze could be seen and heard every time someone scored a touchdown or hit a home run or whatever the fuck they did in whatever sport it was. Off to the side a couple twenty somethings smoked on cigarettes and played a terrible game of pool while their drunken girlfriends, or probably just women they picked up there, stood around and told them how good they were. A couple women sat at a booth drinking their terrible drinks and laughing about something they must have done at work that day.
All Bridger could think about was that Lil Jon was right when he sang 'shots, shots, shots'! A huge grin spread across his face as the components for an 'Irish car bomb' were brought over for his enjoyment. To be honest he didn't enjoy it's taste, he just liked the end result. Whiskey plus Irish cream plus stout equals a race to get fucked up. He downed the shot, dranking it as fast as he could. Wait too long and you'd...well a normal person...would be throwing up all night from curdled shit. With the last of it down his throat, he turned towards the rest of the bar, held up his glass, and he yelled, "NOW THAT'S FUCKIN' RIGHT EH?" A couple drunks gave a hearty cheer, many more looked at him like the drunk man he was going to become.
He turned back to the bartender and tapped the bar twice with his glass. "That was nothin' mate, give me something real fuckin' strong this time," he said with a laugh. Now this was the life.