Barkeep

Antoine wiped down the bar, whistling to himself. After a brief surge in interest at the beginning, things had slowed down. Antoine knew this was the last shot -- he hoped things would pick back up.

The door opened, and in walked a beauty as stunning as Elizabeth. But her eyes were tired, and she bore obvious signs of stress. With a start, Antoine realized the leggy beauty was Allie, from the old neighborhood he first lived in with Elizabeth. She didn't recognize him though.

"Something hard," she said glumly. Antoine handed her a glass of whiskey.

"Something got you down?" Antoine asked softly. He was learning a big part of being a bartender was being a psychologist.

"No," she said, looking down. "Yes. My husband, Teddy ... he's an idiot. He's squandering the wealth Daddy left us." She slapped the glass down, and Antoine refilled it.

"What's he spending it on?" Antoine asked carefully.

"Stupid shit. A boat. A loaded out barn with his toys. A real estate thing with his fucking useless friends that didn't work out. It's just stress, day after fucking day watching the bank account dwindle. And he doesn't give a fuck. And I don't have an outlet, none. I'm mortified."

Antoine looked at her, heart full of empathy. He'd fucked up his marriage too. And at least he'd had a big black cock to keep Elizabeth happy with on one level. This white bitch didn't even have that. She drank silently, glass after glass of hard whiskey, before finally staggering out to her collapsing life.