Started with My First Time
Continued from My First Time Part II
The Crown is an excellent pub, old looking, but with all the modern conveniences you expect, like pokies <grin>. We strode toward to dining room, as we had done many times before, looking eagerly for our table. As we entered the room, I noticed an old bloke at the bar, he was looking out the window with a gaze so strong I felt I would be sliced in half as I passed through his line of sight. I guessed he was in his seventies, he wore a denim jacket and still had the purposeful posture of a young man full of testosterone. I knew the other guys had noticed him too, but we didn’t say anything.
We ordered our standard lunch and then Scotty reminded me the round was mine, it always seemed to be. Borrowing some money from him, I stepped off the bar stools used in the dining room and approached the bar. There was something wrong, I knew that, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
The barmen had a solemn look on his face, he was obviously very serious about his job today. He was there to serve beer. I had a casual glace at the small fridges you find at ground level behind bars, today, instead of the variety of bottles decorated with supposedly enticing colours and gold foil, there were just two, Red and Green. The colours were uniform, crisp, and you knew they were placed in that fridge with great care and respect. The beer had a presence that made time slow down proportionally to the distance I was from the bar. Nervously, hesitantly I asked for four bottles of Carlton Cold.
There was complete silence.
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