Alternate Universe in the Lost Treasure Essay

Then we noticed a woman at the other end of the bar cutting up with people around her and being awfully loud for such a small restaurant inside a mall. It was pretty busy for a casual afternoon and TGI Friday’s so not many bystanders noticed her like we did. She saw us and started to strike up a conversation with us. She introduced herself, or rather yelled that her name was Beth and began to tell us all about her life. She told us about her wonderful husband who was a police officer and just so big and strong and handsome; she told us about her daughter who was 16 and just received a volleyball scholarship to the Vanderbilt University. As she continued on about her extraordinary life while ordering one Long Island Iced Tea after another, getting noticeably more intoxicated as time went on. She began slurring her words and spilling her drink every time she picked it up. She was laughing and telling us some very interesting stories about all the work her husband has

“I thought you were by yourself, because I didn’t see your family. So I got nervous.”

“Head east 3 klicks,” Johnson said, “there should be a small camp set up with red lights, that's where you’ll find Jameson.”

“Michael, what in the heaven’s sakes are you still doing here?” called out the familiar voice.

“Boy, I sat in that goddam bar till around one o’clock or so, getting drunk as a bastard. I could hardly see straight”

“I can’t believe he did this to you poor boys. I don’t know what I’m going to say to your mother, Matt, I am so sorry. Mikey is the devil! I can’t believe he let them do this to you! His own brother! Jarrell, I want you to promise my baby, please promise me, you will never be like Mikey.” Jarrell’s mom cried out to Jarrell, looking at him with a glimpse of hope that he could still bring some joy to her life after losing her husband and not being able to control her eldest son. “I promise mom. I never want to be like that piece of shit.” Jarrell responded, icing his wounds with just a sheer look of utter disappointment and anger controlling his face.

The music blared so loud through the speakers at the bar and grill MacGowan's Haven, that Alannah Chambers worked at that she had to shout in order for her customers to hear her. "What would you like sir?" She yelled at the middle aged man on the other side of the counter. He was a heavy set man with thinning salt and pepper colored hair and thick glasses, he wore faded blue jeans and a blue shirt that looked like it seen better days. Lots of them. He had a mustard stain on his shirt too that he hadn't bothered to wipe up. "Uh, I'll take a beer and a piece of that ass babe," he said, and grinned wickedly at her. If it had been a few years sooner, Alannah would have ignored him, but not this time, she was done with little-miss-shy-girl that

* The alcohol and drinks were purchased by insured and set up in barrels & on tables – guest were to help themselves. no bartenders

I am glad that this part of the kitchen is so dark, because I find myself blushing as hard as if I had been caught toking up in the ladies ' room myself: I haven 't been treated this way - lined up in the corridor, threatened with locker searches, peppered with carelessly aimed accusations - since junior high school. Back on the floor, Joan cracks, "Next they 'll be telling us we can 't have sex on the job." When I ask Stu what happened to inspire the crackdown, he just mutters about "management decisions" and takes the opportunity to upbraid Gail and me for being too generous, with the rolls. From now on there 's to be only one per customer, and it goes out with the dinner, not with the salad. He 's also been riding the cooks, prompting Andy to come out of the kitchen and observe - with the serenity of a man whose customary implement is a butcher knife - that "Stu has a death wish

A woman entered horrified she said,”Crime, Crime had committed in the Pub.” Moments later, she had fainted and she died

His night on the town started with a shitload of beer and a bevy of enticing women as distractions. Bryan Thomas tried to decide which he wanted more, a repugnant drink or a quick fuck though either way, he’d still regret it in the morning. As he contemplated, a blonde haired, blue eyed beauty walks into the bar with a friend. When the woman turned to her friend and then began to speak, Bryan caught sight of her ass, so full and round, and he grinned.

After passing a large hillside, full of green and beautiful flowers as far as the eye could see. He found himself at a dilapidated ol tavern. He decided to step off the road to ask the owner of that said tavern if he’s seen the crook he was after maybe also catch a drink before departing. Upon entering the tavern, he felt as if he was being watched from afar. The tavern seemed like one good gust of wind could blow the whole worn place down but he knew he wouldn’t stay long. The tavern owner was an old man that seemed barely able to walk, with his hair line receding behind his forehead. Smiley sat down at the broken down ol bar and asked the bar keep if he seen anyone come in here matching the description of the crook. The bar keep said he had some information on the man but nothing in this world was free. Smiley, wanting to find this man at all cost even if it would cost him everything, payed what little money he had left, ruining that chance of ever having a drink. The bar keep told him he saw a man looking like that enter the road behind the tavern that led up the mountain. He said there was nothing but death up in those parts with the road only leading to a dark

A good looking man in an expensive suite walks past a woman on the subway whistling a catchy tune. Many thoughts begin to run through her head, “He’s an important business man on his way to his next meeting.” Or “He’s a father on the way home from work.” As he stops she watches him read a news paper thinking how attractive and self composed he is. In the back of her head she’s wishing that he would speak to her. As she sits and hopes it seems that her wish is going to be answered. The young, attractive gentleman gets up and strides over taking the seat next to her. He introduces himself as Mr. Cromer and engages her in a charming conversation, sweeping her off her feet. In her head everything is going great, she has met the perfect man,

Lucky Horseshoe Restaurant which is a community restaurant owns and manages by Ms. Phyllis Smith, has been receiving complaint from nearby neighbor Ms. Ann Reid. Ms. Reid has filed a complaint with the local police department about the patrons of Lucky Horseshoe Restaurant, within the complaint Ms. Reid express her emotion about the restaurant by using strong foul language such as, “drunks” and “whores”. Ms. Smith, has filed a lawsuit against Ms. Reid stating, “The restaurant sales has dropped 30% because of Ms. Reid attitude toward the restaurant, which on multiple occasions Ms. Reid has tried to fights with the bartender and even calling him Satan.” Ms. Smith stated, “ These encounter happen on the patrons of the

'I heard of your marriage, Cathy, not long since; and, while waiting in the yard below, I meditated this plan:-just to have one glimpse of your face, a stare of surprise, perhaps, and pretend pleasure; afterwards settle my score with Hindley; and then prevent the law by doing execution on myself. Your welcome has put these ideas out of my mind; but beware of meeting me with another aspect next time! Nay, you'll not drive me off again. You were really sorry for me, were you? Well, there was cause. I've fought through a bitter life since I last heard your voice, and you must forgive me, for I struggled only for you'(P.105).