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sitting at the Olive Garden bar
several seats apart but hearts touching
bartender is visible, patron A is visible, patron B is invisible or perhaps camo-cloaked
“breadsticks, please” says the visible person
the bartender says
“i’m a bartender, not a breadsticker!”
and slaps the patron across the damn face
“ah, silly me. gimme one of those bourbon things ya got behind ya then.”
"the bartender grabs a bourbon thing they got there, pours a strong one, and hands it to the cap-clad recently-slapped Olive Garden bar man
the person in camo has left
maybe. or perhaps they were
never
a single breadstick
“i’ll have what he’s having”
says the now-visible person in camo
the bartender pours another strong one, hands it to the other now-visible person in camo,
and then
the bartender
disappears.