The chipped glass hit the counter with a reverberating thud, announcing his unceremonious departure.  With bottle clutched to chest in a pledge of allegiance, he brazenly picked himself up from the floor a second time as he zigzagged his way to the door, raining putrid insults on the newcomer who innocently took his arm to steady his intoxicated dance. Swinging and swaying, he trudged to his ride.

“One Gallon!” his juvenile chauffeur greeted.

“Never say die until all bottles are broken,” he slurred in reply, smiling smugly as he slumped into the wheelbarrow he had hired for the trip home.

 

Friday Fictioneers is a meme by Madison Woods.

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