Hey, there Bartender.
Gin Tonic, please.
Yeah, it is me again.
Wow, you remembered me.
Either no one ever comes here, you have some super duper memory, or… wait a minute?
Am I special to you?
Are we finally friends?
What’s your name?
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.
Did you just actually say a whole sentence?
I feel like I’ve won some lottery.
The price is probably some kitsch thong or fake gold earrings, but still.
Let’s drink to that!
Hey listen you guys, the Bartender here said: “Lots of people come here, I don’t have “super-duper” memory.”
And then he made a small, kinda intense pause, after which he said: “And you’re not special, you were just one of the most boring customers I’ve ever had, so I remembered you.”
You kinda insulted me, dude, but it’s all right.
It’s your lucky day.
I’ve just decided to not give a crap.
You won the lottery, too.
In a way.
Anyhow, who are these people that come here, man?
I mean, I’m only here for the second time in my entire life, so I see how you would think that I’m incompetent to conclude stuff.
But, seriously, it’s just like the last time.
Just me and that guy over there who may or may not be some sort of psycho.
I don’t know… but I’m pretty sure that it would be smarter for him to avoid going anywhere near schools, kindergartens… basically, anywhere near kids.
But, it’s probably just the mustache.
Some dudes just can’t pull that off.
Send him a drink over, will you?
I don’t want him to stab me because I’ve insulted him or something.
You say he’s not psycho?
Then what’s his problem?
I don’t care.
Just tell me he’s normal.
Okay, just tell me that you’re 100 % sure that he’s not any kind of psycho and that my imaginary life here is not in danger.
I know I ain’t no kid, man!
Still, I wouldn’t wanna be summoned and questioned about the creep in the dark corner of some bar, c’mon.
Well, who are they gonna ask, man?
It’s just the three of us here, one being the suspect, so that leaves you and me.
And sorry, but I just can’t see any of the “lots of people” who come here, so…
You gotta be prepared man!
Are we gonna let some weirdo with bad mustache to ruin this for us?
He’s really cool?
Not a criminal record?
Gin Tonic, then.
S*it just got interesting, dude!
First, you said a few things.
Which means I’m closer to befriending you now then I was earlier.
And, and, there’s a new character in this series.
Weird, not a maniac, just-can’t-pull-a-mustache-off Dude.
A twist in the show.
He could be one of those guys who just keep quiet in the back of the bar.
Sitting on a not-so-well lit table.
You almost forget that he’s even there, until he makes some weird comment.
Sometimes not even remotely related to the subject of speaking.
Aand, sometimes, he may even make an appearance.
Like he gets up of the chair and “gets out of the darkness”.
Maybe even sits on the bar stool for a minute or two, while he’s presenting his share of “wise words” for the day.
And then he just leaves, like nothing happened.
Just picture it, man.
Then someone will maybe notice us, and the next thing you know – BAM!
FOX, or, oh, oh, HBO wants us to write our own show.
And act in it!
We can get out there, in the real world.
This is just too exciting, man!
I took it too far, didn’t I?
Yep, all right.
Well, at least I dare to dream.
And to have fun.
What do you do, dude?
You just like, wipe the glassware all the freaki’ time.
Looking serious as hell.
All right, to be fair, you do keep my glass full.
First, I thought I’d named you Linus, you know?
There was this character in the final episodes of How I Met Your Mother.
His name was Linus, he was bartender or waiter and he was always around to re-fill Lily’s drink.
Right on time.
But, you ain’t no Linus.
You’re not just here to re-fill my glass.
I don’t like the way that sounded.
Anyhow, that’s not your purpose.
You are supposed to be the bartender I come to when I want to have some “profound” conversations.
The so-deep-I-can’t-even-see-you-anymore type of talks.
But, since you won’t tell me your name, then I guess I’ll name you myself.
Oh, yeah, I got it.
How did I not get this the last time, it’s so obvious.
I know that’s not your name, dum-dum.
I’m not guessing, who has time for that?
I’ll just call you Sirius.
You don’t like it?
Are you gonna cry now?
Oh, please, what can you do?
Look, let me put it this way so you get it.
You’re part of this stories, all right?
This is happening.
And, you had your chance to come up with your own name, which ever one you wanted.
Didn’t I ask you all nicely?
I think I did!
You didn’t care.
And, you still don’t.
You would like to stay anonymous, you say.
Well, that ain’t happening.
So, shut up SIRIUS, and just give me another drink.
God, I don’t like to yell, it drains my awesome energy.
(Inhale, 1,2,3,4,5 Exhale)
We’re cool, Sirius.
We’ll get there, dude.
How much do I owe?
Buy… get-rid-of-that-mustache guy.