Drabble Entry, AKA "Kevin"

When Kevin sat down at the bar there were two old-timers with six teeth each and a young couple watching the baseball game on one of the corner TVs and swapping fries for onion rings. He looked at the bottles arranged behind the bartender, who was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt with paint on it that showed the edges of a blurry black tattoo. Kevin wanted to order whiskey with ice, but he hated calling it "on the rocks," so he left the bar, stood on the corner in the summer heat and thought about gopher holes sunk into the prairie.



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* Drabble
** Inspired by a "contest" on Peter deWolf's blog