Interior of the bar. It’s far from crowded, but there are plenty of people within; including the Amish guy who sits at the bar.
Sid and Hank sit at a table together. They sit in silence for a bit as we join them.
Sid: Fucking Amish bastard. (drinks from his beer. Amish guy shoots him a dirty look every now and then.)
Hank: Nothing changes with you, Sid. You’ve always got something to bitch to pitch about something.
Sid: Well shit keeps pissing me off. I can’t help it. (momentary mutual silence/)
Sid: Shit. This mother fucker comes in here under the wickedness of the electrical lights, soaking up the air conditioning sent to us by Satan himself... He drinks a beer, a highly processed product, and- (Mick walks into the bar with some chick hanging onto his arm.) Oh hey, Mick is here.
Hank: I’ll be damned, so he is.
Sid: Who do you think the new broad is?
Hank: Who knows with him... I guess we’ll find out soon enough though, eh?
Sid: Yeah, I guess so.
Hank: And here they come now. (Mick and the girl make their way over to the table and sit down. The girl is all over Mick, leaning all close, nibbling on his ear and shit like that.)
Mick: What’s up, guys?
Hank: Hey.
Sid: ‘Sup. (Chick whispers something in Mick’s ear and Mick smiles and laughs a bit at whatever she said.)
Hank: So what’s going on, Mick?
Mick: Same as ever, man.
Sid: You notice that Amish fuck is here again tonight?
Mick: Yeah, I noticed.
Sid: I heard those guys fist fuck their cows and shit.
Hank: Man, shut the fuck up, Sid.
Sid: What?! It’s true!
Hank: You’re just being ignorant.
Sid: Hey, sometimes I’m like that.
Mick: Most times you’re like that. (The chick takes a drink from her glass and then slips under the table. We can no longer see her, but a moment later we hear a zipper go down. Mick starts to look very comfortable. We hear a bit of slurpy suction.)
Sid: Oh shit, man. (Stands up real quick, Hank doing the same.) That’s fucking sick.
Mick: What?
Hank: Not cool.
Mick: What?
Hank: Man, I don’t want to be sitting across from you while that shit is going on!
Sid: Nasty mother fucker.
Hank: Come on, Sid; let’s go hang out at my place. (drinks down remains of beer)
Sid: What the fuck, Mick?
Mick: Whatever, fuck you guys... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Sid: Ah dammit! (falls back a few steps) I don’t know what’s worse, that the bitch is exorcizing Mick’s semen demons or that Amish prick at the bar! (Mick moans again.)
Hank: Come on, man; let’s go.
(Hank and Sid walk away from the table, making their way to the door and exiting the bar.)
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