Bartendress: Can I get you something, honey?
Me: Longneck and ten wings.
Bartendress: Do I know you?
Me: Not lately.
Bartendress: Huh?
Me: Can't get the wings to go.
Guy Sitting Next to Me: Nope.
Me: Always gotta come in and at least order a drink.
Guy Sitting Next to Me: Yup.
Me: Weird kinda business model, eh?
Guy Sitting Next to Me: Huh?
Me: I love these wings.
Bartendress: I swear I know you.
Me: Not lately.
Bartendress: Okay, then where you been?
Me: Around. You can't order these wings to go.
Bartendress: Nope.
Me: Can you bring me a box?
Bartendress: Don't want to stay here, do you?
Me: Just want the wings.
Bartendress: What's your name?
Me: Huh?
Bartendress: I'll get you a to-go box, but I want your name. You look so damn familiar.
Me: Nate.
Bartendress: Nate? Nate? Nate? Alicia's Nate?
Me: No. Just Nate.
Bartendress: She died, you know?
Me: Who did?
Bartendress: Alicia.
Me: Sorry to hear about that.
Bartendress: So you knew her?
Me: Nope. Just sorry to hear about it when someone dies.
Bartendress: Well? Ain't you spiritual?
Me: Huh?
Bartendress: Here're your wings.
Me: Thanks. Where's my box?
Bartendress: It don't come right away. Eat a few. Makes me look good.
Me: So's the dark.
Bartendress: Huh?
Me: Nothing.
Bartendress: I swear you look like Alicia's old Beau from a few years ago.
Me: It's just a coincidence. I ain't here all that much.
Bartendress: Just pop in occasionally for the wings?
Me: Whenever I go anywhere, I pop.
Bartendress: Huh?
Me: Man, I love these wings.
Chris: Where'd you get those, anyway?
Me: Can't say.
Chris: Why not?
Me: Tradition.
Chris: Huh?
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