Mick was sitting at the bar when his friend Eddie came in, sopping wet from the rain outside. “‘Sup?” Mick asked as Eddie took a seat on the stool next to him.
Eddie didn’t say anything, so thinking it odd, Mick took a closer look at him and noticed a dour expression on his face. “What’s wrong, Eddie?”
“Lisa broke up with me,” Eddie snarled.
“Oh. I’m sorry -”
“That’s it!” Eddie suddenly exclaimed, not letting Mick finish. “I’m done! I’m sick of it all! As of now, I’m through with women! No more dating! No more heartbreak! I’m going to remain a confirmed bachelor for the rest of my life!”
Julie, the pretty new bartender, approached just then. “Hey there, handsome,” she said to Eddie with a smile. “What can I get you?”
Eddie stared at her a moment as if starstruck, then replied, “A beer and your phone number would be great.”
Mick just shook his head sadly, took a sip of his beer, and muttered, “He is such a sap.”
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “sap/sep/sip/sop/sup”: