"One large pepperoni for each of us. You are up to it arn't you Rob?
"You said it, old bud." Rob answered, "But one beer just isn't going to make it. Is everything two for one tonight?"
"Sure thing." The Counter Guy answered. "One pitcher each."
"Awesome!" Rob and Ad chorused together.
They carried their pitchers over to the big corner booth and settled in to wait for their pizza.
"I like that counter guy." Rob said downing his first glass of beer. "Let's give him a toast."
The two raised their refilled glasses to the counter guy and chugged.
By the time the pizzas arrived they were down to the last glass in each pitcher and were beyond tipsy. They motioned for the counter guy to bring two more pitchers and started eating.
"Thiss izz tha bessst pizzzzza ehvah." Rob was having trouble getting his words out but no trouble packing in the pizza.
Ad wasn't talking, just eating.
When they finished, the two just sat for a time feeling the heavy slosh of their beer heavy bellies.
Rob was the first to rouse from his stupor. He heaved himself up from the booth and stood unsteadily looking at Ad.
"Can you get up?" he asked.
In answer, Ad pulled himself up, steadying himself with the back of the seat "Sure I can get up."
"Then lets move along." Rob continued.
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