Both fighters decide to drink some Dutch courage.
Talking about pretty girls…and drinking.
A punch thrown! It was Hemingway though.
Joyce passed out drunk. Fitzgerald has wandered off looking for Zelda.
Joyce got stuck with the bar tab. It’s a Fitzgerald victory Old Sport!
J. Rafferty is a redhead, a godfather and an eejit. His poetry has previously been featured in several journals including the Wellington Street Review, Sage Cigarettes, and Capsule Stories. When not losing games of pool he, sometimes, writes stuff. Twitter: @Atlas_Snow.