Who: Oliver MacDougal and Laci Anderson. What: Meeting up. Sharing a drink. Where: Random Boston Bar #4 When: Thursday July 23rd. Evening. Rating: TBA
Oliver didn't do much. He worked. He made his own private supply of pain pills. Sat on his leather couch, and watched night time TV. Sometimes even staying up to watch all the different late night shows. Eating the TV dinners, and instant food. Since Oliver couldn't cook to save his life. Literally burn water, kind of terrible of a cook. So this evening, he decided he wanted something real and a beer to go with it. SO that left only one option for the man. Go to the bar.
Hitting the bar, he sat off to the end of the bar, he had his normal waitress take his order. His normal, double cheese burger, with onion rings, two tomatoes, letuce, and extra pickles. With a Miller Lite to drink. Yeah. It was the normal thing he always got. He was a man of serious habit. Like in the morning, he got dressed in teh same order. He took the same way to work. Went to the same place everyday, for lunch. A man of pure habit. It was rare that he went out of it.
So, eating through the burger, it didn't take him long. Since he didn't eat out often, so this very delcious meal was great. Finishing off his onion fries, he handed off his plate to his server. "Thank you, Mary. Tell Billy back there, he did a wonderful job on this burger." Tipping out his waitress, Oliver was left to drinking the rest of his beer. Maybe he'll have another one.