A ruggedly handsome man with square chin, long locks of golden yellow, straight nose, and a body that went well with his attire, a loin cloth with an adorned body of peacock feathers entered from the northern door.
He was carrying a washboard, and two gallon jars.
He yells out a howdy to everyone and set one of his jars of homegrown picked eggs in the middle of the bar and cracked it open for everyone.
Then he moves back over toward Rustic, gives her a big hug and sets the second jar of pickled squid in front of her and says, I finally made it. That squid was one tough little slime bitch but I got her. Merry Christmas.
Rustic (me) laugh gently and cracks open the jar. Digs right in with her fingers and gets the first lovely morsel and chuckles to herself, knowing exactly where this squid has been before.
She eats another morsel, hand feeds Basil (the loined clothed manly man of the north) and offers some to My guru, then passes it down the bar.
Rusic then pours Basil a tequila and they settle in and start to play, Basil on washboard Rusic on the bassoon-All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth.
I say to My guru, I hope I can leave this joint with my two front teeth, as I glance at Dead Horse. The night is early.