Chapter 45

''We're closing up buddy,'' Rosie tapped the shoulder of a drunk man who was passed out on the table, ''come on man, you gotta get outta here'' He made a sound that could have been discernable if the alcohol in his system hadn't jumbled up his entire vocabulary. The man had come in with a couple of friends to celebrate some major achievement, maybe a promotion or the transfer of their asshole boss and he celebrated a little too hard. Every other person including the people that he had come with had left the bar and he was still here.

Rosie rolled her eyes and shook her head. She hated these types. Light heads that didn't listen to their bodies when it warned that it was approaching their tolerance limit. All they had to do was listen, was it that hard?

It was hard enough for dear old Mom Rosie shook the thought out of her head. She did not like to think about her mother; She was long dead and buried as far as Rosie was concerned.