I think I had my first hit tonight.
2 Hits Ammo 1.0 togo bottle 6PM
Show up at the bar 9PM
Normally when I hit hit the bar I’m fairly outgoing, I acknowledge the presence of others, smile, and initiate conversations when I recieve signs of interest female or male. Never had this. So i have to have a third party perspective.
My cousins boyfriend (Brian) and I went out for drinks after work for drinks and bs just hanging out. The bar we went to is different from the couple of bars I normally go to. I normally go to a few little neighborhood local hangouts smaller joints 50/50 split of men and women. The place we went is larger, generally packed with loud male sports fans. Beer, fried foods, football kind of place. There were probably 15-18men and only about 6 women in the place, and 3 of the women were with their husbands. The others were bartending and waitressing. Thats why I have a hard time telling.
When we walk in and sit down at this large rectangular bar about 20 x 10 feet, we walk past one woman with her husband and his friends. Brian goes first and I pass by after, they acknowledge me but not him. We walked behind them. 
So we sit down at the bar and order some beers, shoot the sh*t. Ten minutes later the bartender is hanging out in the corner my friend and I are in, instead of the rest of the bar where the majority of the customers were.
During this time Brian and I are having a rather serious conversation relatively quiet to the atmosphere, I wouldn’t have thought we were very inviting. But she just sort of floated there, kind of wiping counters, ignoring empty glasses, kinda wierd.
This is were I get up to heed natures call. When I return, the bartender had moved to the other side of the bar. Brian and I get back to our conversation and sure enough here she comes again. Just sort of hangin.
A few minutes later a waitress that Brian knows casually working the other side of the room comes over to grab a glass and napkins seems kinda bummed. Brian goes “Are you ok?” she just sort of shrugs him off.
So I ask “Long night huh?” she sort of looks over her shoulder at me and says “ya kinda” and starts to walk off so I say “Can I buy you a drink?”
Stops. Turns around. Sort of smiles. Then goes to tend customers. This is more than I expected.
The waitress comes back to the beer tap i holler over to her that she should smile a little bit and she sort of cracks a little one and I go “No, seriously…” and she grins a little more and says “make me” and walks away to deliver a beer.
Challenge, perhaps?
When she returns again for no real reason, I ask what she’s having and she says “Fuck me hard” and walks away quick. WTF?!?
Apparently this is a drink. So we order one the bartender makes it the waitress hangs out for about 15 min while she’s on the clock, customers waiting, just kind of hanging out sipping, smiling, chatting with us.
So I sort of tease the ladies about how I don’t think I could drink that stuff. So I get a taste, in my own glass. Gross, but I digress.
Normally if I buy a bartender, male or female, a drink (just as a courtesy) they say thanks and kind of nurse it while they work. This seems unusual to me. After this the bartender kind of gradually moves away.
Then it gets wierd, people start leaving,we pay our tab, the staff starts slowing down and coming out to count tips, smiling, chatting some more the bar is practically empty by now.
And then it happens…
… no she didn’t jump me.
Sorry to disappoint.
Instead the town drunk stumbles in and starts making things wierd for the whole place. Bastard!
He starts drumming on the bar, babbling incoherently, and then he stands up and gets loud. Yelling and trying to smoke in the bar. The bartender kept telling him there’s no smoking in bars or restaurants in Kentucky. He didn’t even seem to be aware of where he is or what is going on. At this point I knew our evening was over.
The bartender and waitresses kind of try to ignore him after that, and then he gets ready to barf on the bar. So Brian and I hop up to help him out the back door to take care of business. Can’t let the women handle that, he seems a little belligerent. When the three of us get outside, the drunk sits down and sort of moans and mumbles to himself then zones out and drools for a while.
He’s not doing good at all so Brian says “hey man, u ok?” and he mumbles some more so I go “are u ok buddy?” and this a hole gets up and yells “I don’t even know who the hell you are!” and starts to reach into his pocket and I immediately think “Oh crap. Gun.”
But he’s way too drunk to get in there, and I don’t think he actually had one; so he starts to take a swing at me and sort of forgets what he’s doing when he gets his fist cocked. Brian and I walked away from him and go around to the front of the bar to make sure the back door is locked. And everyone is OK. The waitress I bought the drink for told me that there were some guys working in the back and the 3 of them weren’t there alone. And no I wouldn’t leave women alone in a bar with an angry and possibly dangerous drunk outside.
Then we say good night to the females and take off. I’m not sure, did I OD? Maybe only on the drunk? Was he more sensitive to the ammo because of the alcohol? Did I get a hit or just do something nice for someone having a bad day? Kind of tough to tell this late in the evening.
What the hell, I might go back tomorrow. Give it another shot. Good to have a wing man in that situation though.