Texas Sharka (P.O.V)

A nice bar? If I didn't know any better I would think I walked into a rat breeding centre. There was two tables, one had a broken chair and a wooden box. The other had four chairs and I think an oil bin. There was also a tall table with four stools that were a dull red. I walked up to the stool and sat down along with Edon, Feral, and Skipper. My stool quietly squeaked in the full bar. "A round for the lovely ladies,"Edon started "And juice for the blonde one." He finished starring at Skipper. Skipper mumbled something in Spanish and rolled her eyes. We exchanged names and told stories throughout the night, mostly taking about the prophecy. I was on my fifth beer, Feral on her third and Skipper on her second glass of juice. The bar tender was a short older gentleman who had an eye patch on his right eye and a scruffy white beard. He smelled like cigars and sweat. He looked me up and down and winked. I flipped him the bird showing off my fake wedding ring. Feral and Edon were dancing to a fast song at the crowded dance floor an Skipper was talking to a few people who looked "interesting". Honestly I would rather be working on my newest walkie-talkie.