Dive bar Stories

I arrived at Smitty’s right after work. I walked in and looked around. It was a basic dive bar with décor of neon beer signs, old concert posters, booze ads, and a lot of Giants and 49ers stuff on the walls. The juke box was playing a Blake Shelton tune. I walked to the far end of the bar so I could survey the place since it was my first time there. It was a typical old style bar with two pool tables, darts, and a vintage...

I move along to the back booth. Fat Tony, as usual. He's slouched back, eyes squeezed shut, mind in a place I never want to visit. "Another round?" A hand pokes up from under the table, two fingers raised. "Whiskey sour, double, his tab?" I get a thumbs up and move along to the bathrooms. Miss Kelly comes out, leading a bug-eyed housewife, hair scrambled and blouse mis-buttoned. "Big brandy for her, club soda for me," Mis...