Go to the Bar

After a few hours of no jobs popping up, John decided to take a break and walk down to the local pub, Crafty Brews.

The place was nearly empty as John sat at the bar. The bartender walked over, "What can I get ya?" He was q handsome guy in his mid-twenties. Chiseled features, muscles, and wearing a tight black T-shirt and slacks. His shaggy dark brown hair and faint stubble was probably popular with the women who came by on the weekends.

"I'll have the summer ale," John said.

The bartender nodded and poured from the tap, "I've seen you around here before, are you a regular?"

John nodded accepting his glass. "Yeah, I'm John. It's usually a lot busier here so I don't usually talk."

"Well nice to meet ya, John, I'm Jesse." He said, "I just started a few weeks ago."

"Is this a permanent position?"

"Nah just until I can get a better paying job. Ice got a lot of student loans to deal with."

John smiled, "I hear that. I just lost my job to AI."

It wasn't long before they were shooting the shit and John was two more beers in.

"Last call," Jesse said, "Wanna close your tab?"

John nodded, it was already getting too late. When Jesse handed him the bill John pulled out his wallet.