Flash Fiction 55

Buddy checked himself out in the restroom mirror. He smiled at his image, then shot the wad of tobacco in the general direction of the wastebasket.  He sniffed his armpit.  Not too bad, but just to make sure, he slapped some hand sanitizer onto the outside of his shirt.

Dude, you are so ready to rumble.  He winked at the mirror and headed back out to the bar.

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