What Was That?

Written for https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2022/12/21/wooly/

‘Mate, you’re a bit wooly around the ears tonight, I told you twice what my order was and you still get back here with a diet coke.’

‘Look, it’s these Santa ears, and hair, and I can’t hear a thing over the noise of that music. They charge ten quid for a pint. Blooming robbery. I told you I would prefer a pub, a quiet drink, it was your idea to go to a nightclub.’

‘You used to enjoy nightclubs!’

‘Yea, when I was eighteen, I’m fifty now, going grey, and I have a thumping headache.’

The music, if you could call it that, thumped out an insane beat.

‘So what do you suggest!’ Dave shouted, drinking his diet coke.

‘A beer, and a game of darts, down the Ploughman, apart from anything else I can afford a drink there.’

‘Alright, you win,’ Dave said, downing his drink. ‘But make it a treble when we get to the pub!’