The local dive bar was dimly lit, filled with the warm scent of polished mahogany and neon beer signs, a place where human absurdity seemed to perform nightly. On one crisp Friday evening, the heavy oak door swung open to reveal Billy-Bob, a man whose grin could rival a crescent moon. He strode to the bar with the swagger of a lottery winner, slapped his hand on the counter, and shouted, “Bartender! A round for the house on me!”
Sal, the bartender, had witnessed everything from wedding proposals to barroom brawls. He raised an eyebrow as he lined up the glasses. “Well now, Billy-Bob, you’re looking electric tonight. Did you strike oil, or did your ex finally return the truck?”
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