It was a typical evening at Moe’s Tavern. The last of the casual drinkers, two old’ etc), two old World War II veterans, had just scuffed out of the door, leaving Moe and his regulars, Homer, a sober Barney, Lenny and Carl, alone in the muggy bar.
Homer was talking about a movie whose main theme he had obviously misunderstood. Barney was listening to him while sipping halfheartedly on his coke, knowing that Homer was only trying to get some attention.
Lenny was reflecting on some incidents at the plant, and Carl listened silently to him, even though he had also been there when they’d happened. But that was a fact Lenny tended to forget.
Now and then, he made a somewhat disinterested comment on what Lenny was saying, eyes fixed on his still almost full beer glass.
It was way past midnight, and Moe announced he was closing the Tavern because he ‘had a date’, which was clearly an excuse for going home and looking at some underwear models in womens magazines, all alone in his bedroom.
Barney volunteered to drive a nearly unconscious Homer home, and so left with him, one arm wrapped around the drooling mans waist.
Lenny was still in the mood to talk, babbling about random stuff that jumped into his head.
Hey, Carl, tell him to shut up and get out of my tavern! snapped Moe impatiently, wiping some glasses with his towel.Yeah, were going, replied Carl, grabbing his friends arm.
I’ll bring you home! suggested a totally canned Lenny.
Sure, returned Carl, looking down at him, slightly amused.
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