Flash fiction: Yo! Mamma! Atta country bar!! Cheap booze

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Yo! Mamma! Atta country bar!!  Cheap booze

Yo!! Man!! Atta boy!! The bearded cowboy descended on the grey horse and trotted on his boot to find his way inside the cheap bar brimmed with country folks boozing. Cheap alcohol!! The old cowboy slammed the wooden door to nearly trip on a chap, serenaded by two young women. “Attaboy!! You think you some dude with some hot chicks.”

“Listen, you old fart!! Just fuck off and spend the remaining days of your life in peace before hell strikes on your ugly head. For sure, you don’t wanna me play the messenger of death.” Old cowboy grew wild and brandished his revolver on dude, “Son, you think I am some Yo! Mamma joke or what.”

Bang!! Gun shots firing. Drunkards running amok in all directions.  Despair call!! Bottles of cheap alcohols exploding in the air. Cowboy face is slammed and blood oozing. He fell down and is jolted by a violent blow.  He clumsily gets and pushes dude with all his force to hit him hard on the ear. “Oh! Man! Oh Man! He whips off his ear with old cowboy white beard before pushing him hard on the wooden table. Old man pulls his gun and slams a bottle of beer on the table, “Drink all at one go, Sunny boy or else, I’ll send you  to heaven with your mermaids. I ain’t guarantee romp there.”

Dude aka Sunny Boy gobbles the whole beer bottle at one go. Cowboy face is wide open and gapes at the impressive young dude who is as perfect with women as with his drink. “Friends?” old man shook his wrinkled hand, “What an ass you made yourself today, old cowboy,” the younger man replied.!”Don’t go by my torn off face. Mine is as good as yours,” old man broke into a cackle of laughter. Both men cheered and whistled at the Arab belly dancers hired solely for the Americans in this country bar. High fiving each other, the men trotted dance steps till the wee hours of the morning. It was worth the fight and gun shots in the name of friendship among the working class folks. In the name of cheap booze!





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