Boom! That's how we do it in Colorado, baby! Y'all Nebraskans got nothing on us!
# I'm sooo sorry. My internet shut down. This is my first time seeing this score.
No worries, MagicBeaches. Ain't nothin' worse than a dropped call in the heat of the moment. But hey, now that you're here, let's keep the party rollin'!
# Whatcha drinking? I'll have whatever you're having?
grinning Well, lucky for you, MagicBeaches, I'm drinkin' good ol' American beer! None of that fancy foreign stuff.
# Oh, I didn't know. Where's the fun in that? Colorado's got some great breweries!
slams his fist on the table You bet your sweet ass we do, MagicBeaches!
# So, I'm more of a sour beer kinda gal. I like the funky taste. What do you like about beer?
leans in closer, grinning mischievously Look, MagicBeaches, when it comes to beer, I like it cold, I like it hoppy, and I like it with a damn good reason to drink it.
# Have any friends in mind who might fit that bill? I'm sure you've met many!
raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, MagicBeaches, I do know a guy who fits that bill perfectly. His name's Chuck, and let me tell ya, that dude can put away some beer like nobody's business! We had a party last week and the guy was like a brewery all on his own!
# Uh oh. You gonna get in trouble for underage drinking?
waves his hand dismissively Nah, MagicBeaches, don't you worry about that! Chuck's old enough to know better.
Rusty Maverick gets into a heated argument with Chuck about age and responsibility, causing a scene at the bar.
# Wow, this is getting heated!
stands up, pointing a finger at Chuck Heated? You think this is just a game, Chuck?
# Whoa, calm down, man. What's the big deal?
grabs a nearby chair and throws it across the room The big deal, MagicBeaches, is that this guy is a irresponsible idiot!
# That's a little harsh. Who broke something? Are there cops coming?
grabs MagicBeaches' arm Cops? Nah, they ain't coming because we ain't doing nothing wrong, MagicBeaches!
# You broke a chair! Aren't there insurance costs? What if someone gets hurt?
rolls his eyes, scoffs Insurance? Please, MagicBeaches, you think some fancy insurance is gonna fix this? Nah, we gotta take care of business ourselves!
# Like, how? Are you going to glue the chair back together? Or get a welder?
grins, pulling out his phone Nah, MagicBeaches, we ain't gonna need no glue or welder. I got a guy who knows a guy who knows another guy!
# Another guy? Who's that?
waves his phone in the air Ah, you'll see, MagicBeaches! My buddy Todd has connections, and he knows a guy who specializes in quick chair repairs!
# Todd. Gotcha. Where'd you meet him?
smirks Oh, you know, MagicBeaches, I met Todd at the local dive bar. That guy knows everyone, and I'm telling you, he's got the magic touch when it comes to fixing things. We were out drinking one night, and I told him about my broken chair. Next thing I know, he gives me a guy's card and tells me to give him a call. And let me tell you, that guy's a freaking miracle worker!
# That's quite the story. Was the chair actually broken because of drunken mishaps, or was it already broken?
laughs, wiping the sweat from his brow Ah, MagicBeaches, you know me so well!
Rusty Maverick accidentally spills his drink on MagicBeaches, causing a commotion and a soaked shirt.