“It's kinda everywhere. I work for a big company.”
“What is that big company?”
“Umm,” I cough. “They're not based out of here.” I realize where this is going, and that I'm going to have to make up a company name.
“What is it called?”
“Concentric, you probably never heard of them.” Probably because I made that shit up.
Later I googled Concentric and found out there's a real company that goes by that name. Damn, I'm good.
“What is it, Concentric what?”
“Yes,” I say, not confidently.
Minutes pass. He tries to make a joke with the bartender, “I heard the next one's on you.”
The bartender's heard this one before, “That's just a rumor,” she says. “A vicious, vicious rumor.”
“Just playing,” he says. “I probably don't need another.” He pays his tab.
“Nice meeting you guys.”
He's not done trying to be my drug dealer and entertainment for the night.
“Let me know if you want to party with some strippers.”
“From where?” WHY DID I ASK HIM THAT?