"They're about this high," Josh said while placing his hand to his waist. "They walk, sort of in a hopping manner." Josh Henderson swayed back and forth sitting on a stool. "And they usually carry something. And they love Halloween."
"That sounds like half the tricker-treaters in this country Josh," Bill the bartender argued. Two men at the end of the bar blurted out in laughter.
"Oh these tites will trick you, then treat you shamefully." Josh said waving a finger in the air, back and forth.
"Last call," Bill the bartender shouted from behind the bar of the pub. His robust nature bellowed out with his announcement.
"Last call? Last call...I have a quarter till, by my watch." Josh debated. His intoxicated, elderly, frail frame, wobbled slightly at the bar. The Pub was decorated with cardboard pictures of Pumpkins with cut out smiles. Witch's flying on a broom across a full moon. Bats and spider webs were abundantly plastered everywhere among the neon beer signs.
"My Official Time 'CLOCK' say's five till. Perhaps your watch is old and doesn't keep that good of time, old timer?" Bill spat pointing to the clock on the wall behind him. Josh squinted his eyes to see then pulled out his spectacles from his torn and tattered jacket. Placed them on his nose and squinted even more to see the clock.
"I'll take two...doubles then please." Josh ordered boldly. Both hands holding tightly to the bar's railing. Swaying back and forth. Took his glasses back off and placed them on the bar.
"You sure Josh? Two Doubles? That would put some men face down in your condition." Bill argued as he walked past Josh while serving some drinks to a table of patrons.
"In my condition? Young man you have no idea what condition I'm going to be in, here shortly. I need anesthesia but, alcohol will have to do." Josh looked out the window of the pub then back towards Bill.
"What's waiting for you tonight? Six foot invisible rabbit? Or the aliens? Or those Leprechauns again?" Bill asked laughing. He walked behind the bar and poured a few more drinks. Placed two glasses of whiskey in front of Josh Henderson, the town drunk and story teller. Then a couple glasses to the two men at the end of the bar.
"Witch's want your little wonder wand?" Asked a man at the end of the bar. "Dracula sucked your blood, Josh?" Another asked with a giggle. Bill laughed loudest as the three men mumbled among them selves.
"No...no...no, Goblins. The pesky vermin, sadistic little tites. Haven't you been listening?" Josh said excitedly. Waving his arms in the air dramatically. The two men at the bar and Bill snickered as they watched Josh's comical reenactments. "They're always up to no good, I assure you. And at Halloween es..special..e, especialy...most of the time." Josh's intoxication hindered his speech greatly. He reached out and held his glass of whiskey up to the light examining it. Then sipped at it. "As soon as I walk out that door," Josh turned and pointed at the wall behind him. Then turned slightly with his finger pointing towards the front door. "That door."
"Josh, I tell you what. We'll call you a cab tonight. How's that? It's Halloween, there are some crazy loons out this night. What do you say Mr. Henderson?" Bill the bartender said loudly.
"Sure," said one man and tossed some bills on the bar. "Why not, poor ole Josh has more trouble going home than most I know," another said laughing while adding to the pile of bills on the bar. Bill the bartender placed a ten dollar bill over the ones that lay there. Picked up the phone and began dialing.
"Oh you don't have to go to all that trouble Gent's," Josh said while wobbling slightly. Taking one hand and steadying the other then taking a drink. "I been walking that road longer than you two been born." Josh said while giving one of his one eye'd winks, where both eyes close.