"A door opens, and there's the poet! He says something about life or death, closes the door and is gone." — Billy Collins
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Ben was waved over to the bar by his friend who was already seated and having a drink it seems.
"You're here already," Ben said to him, sliding into the next stool.
Jasper didn't say a word to him, just dipped his head in his direction to acknowledge his presence before he downed another drink and placed it on the counter, asking the barman to refill.
"And get him one too," Jasper added, pointing to Ben beside him.
Ben sighed, "You know I don't drink," when was his friend going to stop convincing him to have a taste.
"Yet you reek of one," Jasper pointed out his lie.
