The bar seems dusty and unused, on closer inspection remnants of nuts on the bar are still evident from his last visit which was some time ago. “How quickly times change” he ponders and thinks back to the days when the GFZ was one of the most popular venues to be found in SH county.
Silently he wipes the dust out of a shot glass and fills it from an old bottle of JD found standing on the bar like a long lost friend.
Looking around many fond memories flood into his mind, the hot tub, the soft sofas, the hidden dungeon below.
Nights of fun and passion spent on this very bar……..
He imagines he can almost hear the laughter, the noise, the music that used to emanate from these now dust covered rooms, and suppressing a slowly trickling tear of reminiscence, he downs his whiskey and heads for the doors.
Reaching the sidewalk and finding that some toe-rag has stolen his horse he thinks, goddamit if someone doesn’t bring that horse back soon I’ll be forced to do what I did when they nicked my horse in “ole el-passo”
I’ll have to feckin walk home
Good times
assionkiss: It's your turn to make the bacon butties, that said a banana flake would go down a treat :rascal:
:? What's this then? .......
Mr Squirty can you bring me something long and cool.
you're a little star Will 
