“Whose leg do I have to hump to get a drink around here?” He laughed by himself under his breath.

“What’s your poison partner?” The bartender asked…looking at him suspiciously.

“Whiskey…straight…the strongest shit you got. Oh, and make it a double.”

“You got it,” the bartender already had a tumbler in hand.

He put down that whiskey like it was water. Then he had another….and another. You could tell he had a rough day and he didn’t give a damn about anyone or anything. All he needed was his booze. The night carried on and he continued to drink. The bar was almost empty.

“You alright?” the bartender asked him.

“I’m great. Why do you ask?”

“A man who comes into a bar, bring two bottles of my best whiskey, and doesn’t say a word all night might just have something on his mind,” the bartender explained confidently.

“Well, well, well…aren’t you just a fountain of wisdom?” He asked sarcastically.

“Just callin’ it like I see it friend,” the bartender said calmly. Sarcasm didn’t bother him.

The bar was empty...It was only him and the bartender.

“So…what is it? Women troubles?” The bartender asked.

He just sat there. He laughed a little under his breath and took a sip of his whiskey.

“Women troubles…no…I don’t have women troubles. Women are the last thing on my mind. I got much more important things in my life than women my friend. Take this here whiskey for example. Whiskey ain’t never judged me…put me down…tell me to change my act…to get straight…I got trouble with the law my friend. Just strolled into town a few days ago as a matter of fact,” he explain right before taking another sip of whiskey.

“Oh yeah? What’d you do?” The bartender had to know.

“I killed a man,” he stated simply before putting down the last of his whiskey.

The bartender just stared at him. He didn’t know what to say.

“Don’t worry friend. You just pour me another whiskey. I’m no threat to you. The man I killed had problems. Sick in the head according to some people. Crazy self-righteous prick had it coming to him. Not many people liked him as a matter of fact. But the ones who liked him…they loved him…adored him...I never understood him. I still don’t. Every time I look in the damn mirror I just ask him, ‘what in the hell is wrong with you?’ I just had to leave that God forsaken town,” he explained while getting a fresh whiskey. He took a sip.

“So you’re telling me you killed yourself?” The bartender asked.

“It was a figure of speech,” he said right before finishing his whiskey in one big gulp. He placed the tumbler gently onto the bar and nodded to the bartender. “Until next time…friend,” he said and started stumbling towards the exit.

“Wait! I didn’t get your name?!” The bartender yelled out in curiosity.

Without even turning around to acknowledge the bartender, he said, “eZ_M0ney.” And he disappeared into the night.

(First RP ever. I think I did it right. Not sure.)