Just disappointment...

I grab the liquor and drink it down. Thankfully, they don't water down their drinks here. Maybe this place isn't so bad. That's when a guy about my age walks over to me with a grin. He's kinda averagely handsome like he'd blend in with a crowd, but when you got up close you'd appreciate his fit body and beaming smile.

"Would you like another?" He asks in an Australian accent.

After a roll of the eyes, I say "What next? 'Did the fall from heaven hurt, 'cause you look like an angel?'."

Without taking the hint, the Aussie laughs at his own expense. "Guess you've heard 'em all, huh?"

"Yep."

He sighs as the hint I'm dropping starts to sink in. "Uhh... you are sure you don't want another drink?"

"I'm good."

"Right." The Aussie retreats from the bar. I turn around and look to Tom, who smiles like he's heard every word.

"You're a tough audience." He says.

"Maybe you can make me easier? Another rum."

He smiles as I hand over the cash. Sure enough, the rum goes down a treat, but it also goes down to my bladder. It doesn't take me long to find the bathroom, where I take a much-needed piss. Back in the bar, I try to plan my next move. Another drink is going to have me seeing doubles and doing something stupid, like that Australian from before. Before my next move comes to me, another averagely-handsome guy comes up to me.

"Hey." He says.

"Hey."

"Did the fall from heav-"

I stick my palm out in his face. "NOPE!"

With that, I leave the Riveria bar. I'm sure I can do with two fingers what these bozos couldn't with five-inches and five minutes of disappointment.