Drinking buddy Stories

The bar had the usual Saturday night crowd. You know, the typical AAA rejects, that tend to occupy the best bar stools. The bartender, as usual, is loud and overly friendly as I walk in. I sat at an unoccupied table close to the TV in the corner, hoping that one of my friends might walk in and join me. Gloria, the bartender, holds up a glass and motions to me, suggesting I might want my regular drink, gin and tonic. I nod...