Ty was leaving, going to Texas where he’d found year-round work. Gabe had decided to retire and go back to the Dominican Republic. They were getting together to say farewell. The bar used to be one of those fancy places where high profile folks went to unwind. But currently, it was somewhat of a dive. No fancy decor. No fancy drinks. Just the hard stuff and beer. That’s all. For a while, they served hot appetizers. Now, they served chips and salsa or burgers and fries. That was about it. And despite that, it managed to draw in a respectable crowd. The three of them met at the bar. Ty had ordered a round of shots just before Hill arrived. “Damn, Hill. You look like shit that’s been dragged through shit,” Ty joked. “That’s not what your mama said last night,” Hill managed with a straight face. “You two are like twelve-year-olds. Mama jokes? Come on,” Gabe added. “Are you still lusting after that Church woman?” Ty asked. “I’m telling you, that woman is bad news.”
