at a pinballish bar and there’s a slurred-back-from-repressed Alabama accent at the rail with a camo Duck Dynasty hat asking if I want to do a shot with him

his bubba friend is dissuading him and I’m prosocial so no, he falls back to his table before the tender has his check and resummons

it’s an expense account and he and the tender banter back til it’s clear they’re used to this

camo boy is up from Cali as part of a litigation team put up downtown and feeling his oatroots miles across the river, don’t worry how trashed he is he’ll Uber on their tab

bartender used to tend the not great bar in Juneau good enough that the political names passing thru stopped at, remembers Scalia coming thru (hunting trip? one of those National Review cruises they discovered Palin?)

he remembers an Alaska ethics reform all of a sudden people were paying the same tabs they used to with 8 different cards