@Salted_Apples
"And so he says t' me- tha's not your wife- tha's a bowl of Tafelspitz," the large man bellowed before downing the rest of his lager. Some of the alcohol splashed over his lips and got caught in his hedge of a beard.
"Bist du deppert?" Edwin asked the man, deadpan. He took a shot of his own spirits.
The group of friends around the large man, one of the regulars, quieted down. The rest of the crowded bar continued as usual. Glasses clinked and alcoholics frolicked. But in the area around the men... the air grew icy.
"Ungustl," the man spat at Edwin.
"Calm down, e's jus' a prick," one of the large man's friends intervened. He was much shrimpier, but looked more put together. Like his life wasn't necessarily a trainwreck. He then turned to Edwin, "What brings yer sorry soul here? Tryin' a dampen the mood?"
"His story's kuhscheiße," Edwin shrugged, "You know it. I know it."
"Jus' havin' a good time," the shrimp shot back, "No' everything's about logicness."
"Not a word."
"Christ, jus-" the shrimp began before Edwin silenced him. He stared intently at a message on his phone.
"Doesn' matter," Edwin said, "Got to go."
"Good!" the shrimp said, flailing his arms back. Before Edwin made it out the door, the shrimp tacked on a sarcastic, "Baba!"
Edwin shook off the sad attempt at an insult and approached his car. Nothing special. A compact coop that got the job done. He glanced at his phone one last time.
[THE RAINDROPS ARE FALLING]
Edwin tapped out his response.
[THE STORM APPROACHES]
"And so he says t' me- tha's not your wife- tha's a bowl of Tafelspitz," the large man bellowed before downing the rest of his lager. Some of the alcohol splashed over his lips and got caught in his hedge of a beard.
"Bist du deppert?" Edwin asked the man, deadpan. He took a shot of his own spirits.
The group of friends around the large man, one of the regulars, quieted down. The rest of the crowded bar continued as usual. Glasses clinked and alcoholics frolicked. But in the area around the men... the air grew icy.
"Ungustl," the man spat at Edwin.
"Calm down, e's jus' a prick," one of the large man's friends intervened. He was much shrimpier, but looked more put together. Like his life wasn't necessarily a trainwreck. He then turned to Edwin, "What brings yer sorry soul here? Tryin' a dampen the mood?"
"His story's kuhscheiße," Edwin shrugged, "You know it. I know it."
"Jus' havin' a good time," the shrimp shot back, "No' everything's about logicness."
"Not a word."
"Christ, jus-" the shrimp began before Edwin silenced him. He stared intently at a message on his phone.
"Doesn' matter," Edwin said, "Got to go."
"Good!" the shrimp said, flailing his arms back. Before Edwin made it out the door, the shrimp tacked on a sarcastic, "Baba!"
Edwin shook off the sad attempt at an insult and approached his car. Nothing special. A compact coop that got the job done. He glanced at his phone one last time.
[THE RAINDROPS ARE FALLING]
Edwin tapped out his response.
[THE STORM APPROACHES]