"One Too Many"- Prompt #6

One Too Many – Prompt #6

    The four men had been out fishing earlier, but didn’t catch much. They spent most of their time popping off beer caps, talking bull shit. By 4 o’clock, they were settled in at O’Malley’s.  Bruce Willis served them every afternoon and by 7 P.M. they became pretty well-lit. One day he would quit this job and became a superstar.
      Bourbon Bob was yelling to Bruce for another few straight ups on the rocks. He’d been complaining about his taxes.
    Victor Vodka liked his over just a wee bit of crushed ice. He was bitching about
his wife’s nagging to quit his drinking.
    Johnny Walker liked his scotch whiskey two shots at a time, with a chaser. He was bitching about the Republicans.
    Jack Daniels sat at the beat-up bar, muttering about his fish dreams. Remembering last night’s nightmare, he yelled “Make it a Blue Dolphin this time!
    Bruce eyed him strangely. Jack never changed his drink.
    “A Blue Dolphin, man!”
    “What the hell is a ‘Blue Dolphin?’ ”
    Jack’s voice was now slurred. “Umm...white rum, hypo...hypnotic liquor and S-Sp-Sprite.” The last word found Bruce’s face covered with spit. He grabbed a bar towel and looked down at his recipe book. Bruce figured the drink’s cost and knew he’d make a few extra bucks on this one. 
    “Says here that Hypnotic is pretty potent by itself.”
    Jack motioned Bruce to come closer and whispered, “I had a dream last night and this dolphin appeared see and he said, “Jack, my man, you have to change your ways. You have to stop going out on that boat and getting wasted. You’re catching the wrong fish, any way.”
    Bruce’s eyebrows met and he leaned over further, keeping his face masked with his towel. “You mean, a dolphin actually said this to you?”
    “Yep. He told me that if I didn’t quit it, he was going to attack our boat the next time we went out. He told me he had been hooked a few times but managed to give us the slip. He said he wasn’t going to be passed off for mahi-mahi. He said he was sick of our party boats.  He said from now on I would have to drink Blue Dolphins, not eat them and show him some respect. “That’s why I left Taiji, man!
    “Okay, but how in the hell will he even know what you drink?”
      Bruce laughed when Jack answered, “He said he will be here to watch.”
    After two Blue Dolphins, Jack said, “He’s sitting over there now. See him!”
    Bruce knew Jack was lit. When it was 2 am, he kicked the rowdy bunch out and locked the door.
    It was his turn for a couple of drinks. He had earned it. After his second Blue Dolphin, he heard a “psssst” at the far end of the bar. He couldn’t believe his eyes.
    “Welcome to the club,” he said with a wink.

Word Count: 487

Written for Mystery Animal Lovers Relay Blog