Only till they stop making it.
They have a beautiful range there – c’mon mate, let’s go – I got a little pressie for ya too.
Trevor continued in his persuasion, until he finally caught his friend’s attention.
A little pressie, ay?
Yeah, yeah, a gift, sorta – c’mon now let’s go, let’s get outta here.
Nah, nah, I reckon I’ll just sit here, have a quiet drink and go home.
Sandy refused. The offer of a drink together was not easily neglected. They’d shared some unforgettable nights over the years – too many to count and too hard to recall, but long nights weren’t for his thing anymore, he was too old for some trendy rooftop bar, he’d be happier with a bottle and a comfortable chair. He moved Trevor aside and leant over the bar. He attempted to hail the bartender’s eye with a bold wave of his hand. But the bartender was too preoccupied to heed his call. It was busy that night at the bar, sadly far busier than Sandy’s show.
C’mon mate, let’s get outta here.
Trevor persisted, determined to get him out the door. But Sandy continued to seek the server’s attention, determined to get his fix.
Nah, look, I’m just gonna get a quick drink here.
Sandy said definitively, and started knocking on the bar top with a violent knuckle. He succeeded in getting