Fly On The Wall

"Coldest beer in town" read the sign from outside the seemingly out of place sports bar in the quiet neighborhood shopping center. "Hole" in the wall would be the first words I would use to describe it but the outside is deceiving. While it was small and dark it was the place to be for locals of all ages. The sun peeked through the small crack of the window, while light beamed from the neon signs and icicle lights in the otherwise dark sports bar. Frosty bottles clanked together as the bikers toasted and gulped down the ice cold beer, "Ready for another?" shouted the young female bartender from behind the crowded bar. Rock music blasted through the speakers while many enjoyed their drinks and engaged in casual conversation. A pool stick reached out and brushed the side of my shoulder as a middle aged woman aimed for the purple striped ball. At that same moment a gleam caught my eye from above, and the disco ball began to spin. From the comfortable leather couch that stretched across the back wall I could make out a few of the happy hour specials on the white board from behind the bar. Two dollar Jack and cokes followed by Fridays special, Kaylee’s Georgia Peach. The loud music and dark atmosphere made me forget that is was the middle of the after noon but I soon remembered as I opened the door and stepped out into the hot sun. The smell of the cigarette smoke from the customers outside the bar lingered as I walked away.