Bourbon Billy 

Billy the Bartender

Looking morose as usual, Billy stared at the television rebroadcasting the previous night’s Devil’s game. Billy wasn’t often forced to work the weekday afternoon shift at Madison Ave, but he resented it terribly. The money was bad and the quickly imbibed young women Billy preyed on were still making coffee and answering phones for men with regular jobs and wives and offices and all that depressing stuff. On most days that Billy worked the lunch shift, he would be allowed to leave around two and return after five. This gave Billy almost three free hours to matinee with one of his desperate housewife buddies or catch a nap. Even at Madison Ave, the hottest club in Central Jersey, empty bar stools filled most of the rooms at these hours. The few patrons were mostly old men and the occasional salesman between appointments.