The guy that has been sitting there, with his head bowed, at the bar for the last couple of hours, finally sits up straight, or at least he tries to. As he sits up, he almost loses his balance and nearly falls off the stool upon which he is sitting.
"OOSH.....mmy....Iths enuuffff" he says as he's wobbling back and forth, trying to maintain his posture on the barstool.
He tries to stand up, and nearly falls face first into the floor, but at the last second manages to catch him self by firmly gripping the 2 slanted metal bars mounted to the counter top. He then pushes with all his might, and manages to upright himself on his feet.
"WHEW!!! alrighth! thoo musch bah-bourbon for me thonight.....Buth i shanth beh leevin sho shooon!"
He turns and faces the bartender.
"whath yooo goth back ther.....tho helpth with thish buzzzzz?
The bartender turns and faces him, and rolls his eyes as he approaches the counter where the man is leaning.
"Here, you wanna stick around? take this, this will help..." says the bartender, as he reaches under the counter, and opens a small box out of view from the other patrons in the bar.
The man sees the bartender take something out of the box, but he cant tell what it is, as he sits quietly and glares are the bartenders hands.
The bartender places some small object under a napkin and slides the napkin towards the man leaning on the counter.
"Whath ish thish?" says the man...
"Shhhhh......just take it" says the bartender as he looks back and forth to make sure no one is looking.
The man lifts up the napkin and finds a little yellow pill underneath. With a confused look on his face, he picks up the pill, and looks up back at the bartender.
"if your going to take it, i suggest you do it now!" whispers the bartender as he nervously looks around the room.
The man throws the pill into his mouth and takes the last sip of his bourbon that he had left sitting there from before.
Within seconds, the mans eyes re-open to their normal stature, and the main raises himself upright
"Oh....my goodness!! ..........wow" he says, as he looks around confused, and obviously feeling much better than before.
"Wow, i cant believe i drank so much! I wont ever do that again, whew! at least not for a long time....but i feel so much better!" says the man quietly to the bartender, "Thank you for..."
"Shhh.....no need" interrupts the bartender, quietly. "I gave you nothing."
"hmm....gotcha" replies the man. "well, gimme a manhattan, will ya?"
The bartender nods, looks down and picks up a few bottles and starts pouring them into a shaker.
The man turns around and faces the jukebox.
"How about a little change of pace in this room, eh" he says as he walks over to the machine.
As he flips through the catalog, a song catches his eye as he inserts enough credits and presses a few buttons.
Suddenly the man, stops dead in his tracks, like a mannequin and waits....suddenly, as the beat kicks in, he begins flailing his arms around and bounces his torso to the beat of the music, much like this guy.
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