Not 'a' bar. 'The' bar.
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I look at the clock. It has been 10:30 for at least three weeks. It's dark outside. It has been dark outside for at least three weeks. I know because some of the bar snacks are starting to go off. At least the kitchen is still running. For now.
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Not 'a' bar. 'The' bar.

by LeVentNoir

I look at the clock. It has been 10:30 for at least three weeks. It's dark outside. It has been dark outside for at least three weeks. I know because some of the bar snacks are starting to go off.

At least the kitchen is still running. For now.

People walk in every few minutes. They're not real, real people aren't so obvious.

*Shuwm*. The door opens. An upright priest in full clerical garb walks in, followed by a rabbi with the shawl and skullcap and a monk in the robes. They come up to me. I don't know what to say.

I never do.

"Can I get you a drink?"

They look at me confused, then walk over to the other groups in the dim light of the bar. I can't count them, but I estimate there must be a thousand or more in each group.

There's builders, blind men, priests, rabbis, englishmen, irishmen, scots and more.

We even have a stupid number of horses and lions for some reason and lord knows how they haven't eaten each other.

All this in a little hole in the wall drinking place fire zoned for 50 people. Thats the thing though. Thats what's got you.

The joke goes "A man walks into a bar." We laugh. The real joke is that the man never walks out again.

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