Absinthe Vines
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A little money to fill his pockets was all the companionship Travis needed. No drugs, hookers, or other bonuses could ever get him through the night. Just pure green enjoyment.
Life on the streets gave hard-edged Travis this kind of love for the economy. Nothing obscene, mind you, it was just the ....
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.... a paying job.
The bar was a dismal little place in the East Side of New York. Travis was supposed to serve drinks while the usual tender was off doing god-knows-what with god-knows-who. All of his past experience with alcohol had been rather one sided, but hell, he'd seen Cocktail, he could fake it.
Usual customers didn't demand this kind of improvisation, anyway. Beer was the word of the day. Draft, light, and others came straight from the keg, and they emptied as fast as he tapped them ....
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Word count: 2154
Page count: 8 (approximately 250 words per page)
