Drinking with Bud

Text: Thomas

‘Hey son can you get me one of them slouch hats? Beer’s on me’

A cliché shouted at me from the end of the bar. He’d picked up on my accent when I ordered a drink.

‘Was damn good to have you guys by our side for sure. The Aussies we’re great.. always good fun.’

The hand shake communicated the ability to crush my bones to a powder while restrained to just being very firm .. ‘Bud’

Sparkling naughty boy ice-blue eyes set in a deeply lined cliff of a face held my gaze demanding attention. A mixed blessing I thought. If any trouble found me maybe he’d help get me out of it. And what’s more he looked like he could be the source of trouble for anyone he didn’t particularly like.

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