To celebrate they'd all go to the bar. The bar had a band usually Saturday night it wasn't good, but it wasn't bad. It was made up of retirees or possibly some were still working, who did covers of old songs.
If their dad was there, he'd be in the crowd or worse up onstage singing along. Jack liked this about his dad, but to his dismay could never bring himself to be like that. His brother on the other hand, when he wasn't having one of his sicknesses. Could easily do it, moving around and dancing, like no one cared. Even worse he'd get other people to join.
As they were walking there, they had a slight check in mostly nods and glances. But he told him he was good, it was alright now. Thank you for saving his life again. The roommate Pat was a bit weird. He also said to Jack, and Jack agreed, he looked at him all night with so much hatred.
In the bar the music blared, and Jack and his brother split. Jack on drinks and he'd do what he does best. Work the crowd.
If their dad was there, he'd be in the crowd or worse up onstage singing along. Jack liked this about his dad, but to his dismay could never bring himself to be like that. His brother on the other hand, when he wasn't having one of his sicknesses. Could easily do it, moving around and dancing, like no one cared. Even worse he'd get other people to join.
As they were walking there, they had a slight check in mostly nods and glances. But he told him he was good, it was alright now. Thank you for saving his life again. The roommate Pat was a bit weird. He also said to Jack, and Jack agreed, he looked at him all night with so much hatred.
In the bar the music blared, and Jack and his brother split. Jack on drinks and he'd do what he does best. Work the crowd.
